Especially when the players themselves refuse to acknowledge the presence of us mere mortals.
I've never met a pro cyclist who hasn't been anything but approachable stopping for a chat, photo etc, irrespective of how many tens of thousands of people are about. (In the case of ToB)
Most...
If the other option is knuckle dragging tribal morons baying for blood (and preying for a police cordon) then I'll take the gentrification of soccerball in a lovely stadium, over the Arsenal 'taking the north' on a shitty night some 30 years ago.
Ideally some middle ground would be perfect...