... more than two metres away from a rat, but the odds of being even closer to a woman in a Pools shirt giving their 'opinion' in the Mill House Stand must be even less. I was enjoying my migration around that stand and after five minutes was badly afflicted by eye rolling syndrome as some woman emitted a whining flow of instructions and totally misplaced observations at a rate of knots..... for example .... "So he's the Swedish lad then ......... ....come on Swedish lad !! ......(later) come on ... Austin son .... he played for who..... why was he brought on then?" ...and so it continued....
One bloke, five minutes into the game turned to me and said .... " you can do it to the white lads, but you daren't do it to the black ones" ... end of conversation for the rest of match.
That's the trouble with seats, you're stuck with them.

Definitely the bonus of standing on the Town End Terrace, you can always edge away from the idiots. Only problem is that you tend to find your self near another one instead.

ps for anyone who we may have sat near to in the CK stand in our seat sitting days, you were all luvverly.

Haha cheers BP, Always loved the tickertape being thrown over my head

Still miss spending three days before the match cutting up Argos catalogues into little pieces.

One cold november matchday my mate and I shared a hip flask of whiskey at half time only to receive a dirty look from a woman sat in front....with a new born baby !!!!

What!! Had she just given birth? Didn't you offer to help? Or were you to busy getting pissed on your whiskey?


Shame on you.

I never thought of that...come to think of it she was making a bit of noise during the first half !!!

They were calling Boydy a lazy 'bastid' after apporoximately three minutes, this from fans who must have had 'Pukka ' as their middle name .....

It wasn't until atleast 5 minutes in I noticed he wasn't going to be upto much