I got fucking angry today, and not just with the shite on the pitch. It's clear the shite off the pitch are just as dim.
I had to sit in the cheap seats today as my box was out of action due to water damage. So I went in the Lofthouse Lower with my father.
When we arrived I needed a drink so I queued at one of the food kiosks (the shame of it) and asked for a bottle of water. The child behind the counter handed it to me, unscrewed the cap, threw it in the bin, and handed me the bottle. Without a cap.
What the fuck?
I told him I didn't want to drink it now, so fucking well pass me a new bottle and keep your grubby hands off the cap.
"Can't do that" was his reply.
When I enquired why, he said it was "club policy" to remove caps to stop me using the bottle as a missile against the players (clearly he had a good idea how the game was going to pan out).
What a load of utter shite. I went mental. There was no mention of this in the signage behind his fat head. I asked him if he'd be pissed off to test drive a car, buy it, then find out the dealer had removed the steering wheel.
A cap is vital to a bottle of water. Who drinks a bottle of water in one go? The utter twats.
Next home game I am sneaking in a load of caps, hopefully they will increase the pain when one hits Trotter's enormous head.
I had to sit in the cheap seats today as my box was out of action due to water damage. So I went in the Lofthouse Lower with my father.
When we arrived I needed a drink so I queued at one of the food kiosks (the shame of it) and asked for a bottle of water. The child behind the counter handed it to me, unscrewed the cap, threw it in the bin, and handed me the bottle. Without a cap.
What the fuck?
I told him I didn't want to drink it now, so fucking well pass me a new bottle and keep your grubby hands off the cap.
"Can't do that" was his reply.
When I enquired why, he said it was "club policy" to remove caps to stop me using the bottle as a missile against the players (clearly he had a good idea how the game was going to pan out).
What a load of utter shite. I went mental. There was no mention of this in the signage behind his fat head. I asked him if he'd be pissed off to test drive a car, buy it, then find out the dealer had removed the steering wheel.
A cap is vital to a bottle of water. Who drinks a bottle of water in one go? The utter twats.
Next home game I am sneaking in a load of caps, hopefully they will increase the pain when one hits Trotter's enormous head.