The Bohemian
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Just plucked up the courage to spend £950 of my 'hard-earned' on renewing my family's 4 tickets in the Family Stand.
I'd be lying if I didn't admit a moment's hesitation before pressing the 'buy' button, but, bizarrely, my prevarication had nothing to do with the prospect of another season in Div 3, our frustrating inconsistency or the half-time Bovril queues. No, my hovering index finger was precipitated by the thought of having to spend another season listening to the inane, drivel spouted week after week by the Mini-Season ticket holder who appeared in the seat behind my right ear in January.
Don't get me wrong, I accept everyone's right to voice an opinion.........but not to every one within earshot, the vast majority of whom really could not give a camel's cojones what he thinks about Sheffield United, Paul Coutts (his pet hate) or indeed anything else.
In fact, whilst on the subject of Mini-season tickets - with a few exceptions, e.g. financial issues, ex-pat Blades returning to the Motherland etc. - these should surely be ceased forthwith. In all other circumstances, the underlying sentiment of the part-time attendee concerned is implicitly wavering and more prone to boggle-eyed, spittle flecked, public displays of indignation.
Before those of a similar disposition propel a volley of i-slaver in my direction, I am not suggesting that BDBL should become the sporting equivalent of Westminster Abbey. Quite the opposite! I can be as animated as the best of them in supporting my team. I also defend the right of supporters to let their team know what they think about its performance at the end of each half (getting on the team's back during the game is not what supporters do), even if that involves heckling and booing. But I do not pay £950 to listen to fuckwits bursting my eardrums throughout each with their pearls of unaccumulated wisdom.
Having suffered at the hands of a similar, actually even more fatuously, ridiculous sounding individual, two seasons ago, we relocated to seats a comfortable distance away, albeit on the same row. As things turned out, we could have stayed put because he sensibly (given how distressing he and his spontaneously combusitble, high-pitched wife found the experience of following the Blades) didn't renew..................until this January, when he reappeared behind my left ear with his mini-season ticket.
I'd be lying if I didn't admit a moment's hesitation before pressing the 'buy' button, but, bizarrely, my prevarication had nothing to do with the prospect of another season in Div 3, our frustrating inconsistency or the half-time Bovril queues. No, my hovering index finger was precipitated by the thought of having to spend another season listening to the inane, drivel spouted week after week by the Mini-Season ticket holder who appeared in the seat behind my right ear in January.
Don't get me wrong, I accept everyone's right to voice an opinion.........but not to every one within earshot, the vast majority of whom really could not give a camel's cojones what he thinks about Sheffield United, Paul Coutts (his pet hate) or indeed anything else.
In fact, whilst on the subject of Mini-season tickets - with a few exceptions, e.g. financial issues, ex-pat Blades returning to the Motherland etc. - these should surely be ceased forthwith. In all other circumstances, the underlying sentiment of the part-time attendee concerned is implicitly wavering and more prone to boggle-eyed, spittle flecked, public displays of indignation.
Before those of a similar disposition propel a volley of i-slaver in my direction, I am not suggesting that BDBL should become the sporting equivalent of Westminster Abbey. Quite the opposite! I can be as animated as the best of them in supporting my team. I also defend the right of supporters to let their team know what they think about its performance at the end of each half (getting on the team's back during the game is not what supporters do), even if that involves heckling and booing. But I do not pay £950 to listen to fuckwits bursting my eardrums throughout each with their pearls of unaccumulated wisdom.
Having suffered at the hands of a similar, actually even more fatuously, ridiculous sounding individual, two seasons ago, we relocated to seats a comfortable distance away, albeit on the same row. As things turned out, we could have stayed put because he sensibly (given how distressing he and his spontaneously combusitble, high-pitched wife found the experience of following the Blades) didn't renew..................until this January, when he reappeared behind my left ear with his mini-season ticket.
). Whatever division we're in next season I still can't wait! UTB
