Don't worry about VofD telling you all to Fu@k Off. He sits behind me in the main stand bellyaching his way through a whole match - When he's not there I think I've gone bleedin' deaf - Once he kept chucking his guts up through a match and between every breath shouted ' Bloody Rubbish !' I do love him really but the whole stand is full of nutters - Her in front of me who is stuck on repeat ' Get back in yer box' and ' Get up yer big tart '. I also sit in front of Brian Flyn in the press box who has appalling wind (from both ends ) but that will wait for another day. Then I go into the bar at half time for some solace and read 'The Daily Telegraph' and some lunatic comes up to me and tells me that 'I have a fine pair of tits ' on me. I don't know this person and I am male. Back to the main stand for the second half and it's peeing down, cold and miserable. I could go on about this dysfunctional establishment that I call home and seemingly complain. I don't.....because I love it ( even though we lost ) .