To be fair, I've seen those photos fairly recently, in particular, one of me trying to HIDE the football that I'd HEROICALLY saved, and I was wearing a bigger coat than you were...
Says the man who came to the last one dressed, as Edna rightly points out, as a fking ESKIMO.
(anyway, I was only thinking about my KIDS. I'm hard as NAILS*)
*soft nails.
I'm waivering on the terrace now though, as I've just noticed that the seats are the same price. If you could guarantee good weather it would be terrace all the way, but if I buy terrace and its pissing down, I'll be gutted.
I think I might buy seats, then IF the weather is nice, try to blag...
It was shockingly cold. To be fair to their stewards though, I think they were actually pretty friendly, apart from the one jobsworth ball-thief.
I'm looking forward to it. It will be my two lads' first experience of standing on a terrace (apart from a couple of tin-pot pre-season jobs).
Cheers. Don't be too put off. Apart from the poor train service, the shit roads, the ridiculous car-park, the ban on away fans in the nice beer tent, the inadequate catering and the lack of a roof, its actually quite fun.
It was funny. I was stood there with Hiney and his lovely daughter, who I think was only about 14 at the time. This MASSIVE flying MONSTER suddenly appeared out of the darkness, flying straight at our heads. As I ducked I heard this pitiful, girly squeal of terror.
From him :nono...
The first time I went, Hiney got attacked by a killer moth, with the wingspan of a CROW. And we drew.
The second time, we won, I had a nice SING-SONG with Carrot Cruncher, Tony Meolas Loan Spell, Mendoza and Edna K. But the day was RUINED when the THIEVING Yeovil stewards STOLE 'my' football...