That's a tad unnecessary. I was trapped in the car on the way home and hoping to carry on basking in our wonderful evening with a bit of praise for the boys and the fabulous fans on national radio.
The presenter was a c0ck and the show was a bowl of sh1t. I was listening in the car on the way home, hoping to bask in the glory of a fabulous night and all we got was 'Brighton fan's Stuart. He opened with 'I don't know why I'm calling', hinted that he might eventually praise the team then...
Whoever you are, what possessed you on one of the most brilliant, exciting nights at the Amex ever, to phone up national radio to moan about ticketing, parking, food generally, vegetarian pies particularly and ramble on without talking about our wonderful football?
No surprise they cut you off...