At a charity auction where he works, a friend of mine bought an executive box at Bramall Lane for Sheffield United vs Charlton Athletic last Saturday. Since he’d got it for a relatively cheap price, he invited a few of us along for free. So we all dressed up smartly as requested and prepared to enjoy a fun day out. Sadly, there was no complimentary food and drink, but we all had a couple of beers with the first half. Since I am completely indifferent to the fortunes of both teams, the match was entertaining but lacked a little punch. Sheffield had nearly all the possession and a hatful of shots (most of them off-target), but Charlton went in to the interval 1-0 up thanks to a good goal on the break (and some ropey Blades defending). To liven things up for the second half, I put £5 on a 1-1 draw at the finish, and £5 on it being 2-1 to Charlton (both at 4-1), on the basis that it seemed likely that Sheffield would score, but given how many of their shots missed it would only be one. Meanwhile Charlton looked solid enough and I fancied them to nick another one.
About 10 minutes into the second 45, United scored, and I stood up and cheered as loudly as any lifelong Blades fan. We were sat outside the box on a row of seats reserved for the box occupants, which meant those in the boxes either side of us sat next to us. Anyway, for the remainder of the half Sheffield continued to press, and I was understandably keen for them not to get a winner. Hence I was quite pleased with Charlton’s defensive attitude and expressed my approval every time the ball approached the centre circle. Had Charlton scored, I wouldn’t have actually cheered, respecting the feelings of the surrounding Sheffield fans, but that was an outcome I was happy with too, of course.
Anyway, as those who follow the Premiership will know, United scored in the 88th minute thanks to a screamer from Keith Gillespie, at which point the stadium went wild with the knowledge that this could take the team out of the relegation zone for the first time since August. As I put my head in my hands, a 50-60 year-old man occupying a seat for the box next to ours behaved very strangely. Rather than acclaiming the goal along with 90% of the rest of the stadium, he turned in his seat and, without warning, grabbed the front of my jacket (ripping off the top button) and intoned: “I bet that’s right up your fucking nose, isn’t it. You’ve been sitting there making stupid comments for the whole of the second half. If I was a younger man I’d hit you.” With that, he released his grip and retreated to the opposite end of the row.
I was so shocked, I don’t think I responded with anything audible, much less coherent. I wasn’t seriously worried for my safety, since he seemed to be the only man in Sheffield (with the exception of the travelling fans) who was in a bad mood and I had about six mates who were looking on in horror and I’m sure would have stepped in if he had indeed been a “younger man”. I just couldn’t believe that anyone would act like that, particularly in a supposedly “executive box”. For one thing, if I had been irritating him for the previous 30 minutes, why didn’t he move down the row - there was plenty of room. I’m not sure what he would have done had Charlton scored.
Anyway, we made a complaint to security at the stadium, who first said that they “don’t expect many away fans in the boxes”. Well firstly, I was not an away fan - as I said, I certainly wouldn’t have cheered a Charlton goal - if I did, I would expect some sort of reaction. Secondly, I would have thought that, after the away end, the boxes would be where they would most expect away fans. Either way, it doesn’t excuse his behaviour (as they admitted). Their next line was: “Do you want to make a complaint?” Well, yes, I thought that’s what I was doing. But apparenly this entailed making a statement to a police officer. He took my details and informed me that a criminal offence had been committed (criminal damage to my suit, apparently) and would I like to press charges? Obviously I declined, since sewing the button on will take a fraction of the time and cost of even doing the paperwork. This means that the stadium will decide what to do with this idiot, which may include banning him. Of course, by the time the police arrived he had left the ground, with the other occupants of the box declining to give his details, but apparently he’s a regular and they will find him.
So, while the day wasn’t ruined (I was more bothered about losing my bet), it was certainly tarnished by this tosser. I don’t know if I hope he gets banned, but I think he definintely should be if he does this sort of thing again.