As a Brighton fan I do not see any source of pleasure in watching other teams win a trophy and their fans celebrate it.
Unless of course football is the winner.
Absolutely.
The benefit of so many happy clappy snappy folk meant the trains just after the final whistle (although we did loiter for the trudge of honour) were blissfully quiet.
A perfect example of where we are today, football fan wise.
Whether for the better or worse is down to the individual, but today for me, after watching the game for many moons at many levels, sums up precisely the status quo.