Not for me. A can of red stripe (probably covered in rat’s piss) in the car park of number 8 followed by a trip to the west lower and a warm carlsberg followed by wading through a river of piss for a wee (nevermind the wife attempting to use the ladies hell hole) combined with a half-time scrum to do anything at the break.
Now is so much better standing behind the goal in the south stand with all that the new place offers. Plus people around me also sing now unlike under Conte.
Only thing not as good is missing the opportunity to bump into a player or ex player going in before the game. I got to meet ledley and Sandro among others.
A happy customer. Fill your boots.
