He got himself stuck in the aisle at Ipswich away and wanted my seat. Typical away day situation, sit where you want/can, fair enough.
But rather than ask me to bunch along, the way he tried to get it was to invade my personal space. If he was any closer he would be sat on my shoulders, dangling his bell ringing arm over me and shouted a load of shit about Chaplin not being one of our own (we were clapping him off) and how we were now a happy clappy club - mostly into my ear.
It is a tactic I have seen at away games before - intimidate, get what he wants, then cuddle the stewards and shake their hands when they come over.
He may well have his demons and be a different man outside of football but with me in that moment he knew exactly what he was fucking playing at.
Didn't work though.
But rather than ask me to bunch along, the way he tried to get it was to invade my personal space. If he was any closer he would be sat on my shoulders, dangling his bell ringing arm over me and shouted a load of shit about Chaplin not being one of our own (we were clapping him off) and how we were now a happy clappy club - mostly into my ear.
It is a tactic I have seen at away games before - intimidate, get what he wants, then cuddle the stewards and shake their hands when they come over.
He may well have his demons and be a different man outside of football but with me in that moment he knew exactly what he was fucking playing at.
Didn't work though.