Last weekend I retreated inside the stadium from an away end seat at half-time with my team 2-0 down. Mood was low. As I shoved my way onto the packed concourse in search of liquid refreshment the atmosphere in the bowels of the stadium was totally different to what I’d left behind outside on the away terrace.
Supporters were stood on tables, jumping up and down, climbing on each others shoulders, screaming at the top of their lungs like the team had just lifted a trophy. They were filming each other, singing: “this is the best trip I’ve ever been on”.
