Yesterday was sadly predictable which was a shame. Dare I say it but I think they might have ratched it up a notch. Casual observations were this. Two ticket checks before even reaching the south stand turnstiles, nice one.
Then a really quite rough search on entry by some guy with shovels as hands. He then grunted 'enjoy the match' which was a nice touch, no really. I felt like Tysons sparring partner. You get less checks entering Dorchester Prison.
Once inside, the yellow painted lines were strictly enforced to keep off the six year olds desperate for photos . Perhaps they were worried one might throw a dolly mixture or cola bottle at Lewis Dunk.
All looked promising both on and off the pitch then 'it started'. Out of the blue Mr angry suddenly storms up our stairs and starts gesturing / shouting for a couple of blokes in the back row to sit down. I tell him to 'give them a break, its pretty pathetic '. He's really angry now and starts rattling off / snarling about the FA, I thought he was going to nut me. Someone else politely points him towards the away end- he huffs, goes away never to be seen again.
That aside (and yes I'm watching the game as well) did anyone see the steward in the MS gesturing at those in the hospitality boxes to sit ? Did that really happen .Despite the fact there's a big metal barrier in front of them it must be to stop the uncontrolled crowd surge the club claim might occur in their risk assessment.
Likewise does anyone know the guy in the East stand who was eventually escorted out . I think he was guilty of standing in the back row and he argued the toss for some time as did a few others. That said they might have been passing on a message that his wife was giving birth or something but he was arguing he'd rather watch Dango at left back at least until half time.
We didn't see Mr angry again in our block but we did have another visit up the stairs. This time by a 'head steward' who looked like he fell out of his new age traveller caravan at Shaftesbury common at 3am that morning, found a XXXXL stewards jacket in the hedge then somehow winged his way into the ground with the sole purpose of marching around, waving a radio and telling people off. Probably a nice guy with an interesting story to tell but clearly in the wrong job. He didn't come up again, just tutted and shook his head as he was roundly ignored.
That said we had plenty of smiles from a lady steward who as well as the sun and the result brightened up the day so not all bad. Thats my last visit to Alcatraz Dean Court for 4 months or possibly for good once the points get tallied up, so I'll spare you any more off field match reports.