Recently, three of us attended the Carlisle match sober. We were in the ground for 1445 piled up with pies and everything. We were a bit unsure what you are supposed to do so we kind of aimlessly wandered to some seats on the halfway line in the Joe Royle. There is a guy there at the front who sits with his teenage lad shouting random complete bollocks. His son is extremely embarrassed by him and probably can’t wait until he is old enough to not go any more. Behind us were a group of men who just moaned about about Ishmael Miller being fat and slow, despite him having a good game and sometimes looking quite fast. I suspect they may have been darft racists.
Then at HT we noticed some fc united stickers near the pie stand thing and tried to rip them off, one of us pointed out it may look asif we had just put them up.
Highlight of the afternoon was megging passers by with a milk carton.
We changed seats to avoid the previously mentioned absolute tards, then went home at 1615.
Looking back it was funny, in reality it really isn’t. Bitter, backwards town. Very sad.