Lad next to me on the Kop gets his iPhone out for the nth time to 'watch' Stevie's pen through it and though I'm not sure what happens in the celebrations he remains static in the aftermath... not a hair out of place on that roosterhead. He turns around to fillum the Gerrard songs and eventually puts the phone away.
Stevie's hat-trick and the camera is out for the songs again. Ever the wit, I say "Put the phone away lad."
"Why?" is the derisory respose.
"Because I'll rob it and stick it up your arse." I half-joked. He still filmed YNWA.
Forgive the indulgent thread but I hate these gelhead twats more than I hate Hitler and the Nazis and all those other people who try to dictate what you can and can't do at football matches...
But serii, I'm not soft and know the sign above this gaff reads: "whopper-friendly".
*gestures toward table where Monster-Masch, Ngog We Trust and Antynwa are sat crosslegged, sipping Mojitos, comparing rape alarms*
but which is worse: vocal lowspending clued-ups or mute moneybags know-nothings?