Quote Originally Posted by SWv2 View Post
The kid is 5-6 at a guess. He will spend most of the match looking in awe around him, in every direction but the pitch, his hand buried deep into the bag of sweets. M will fret and continually ask the lad if he is enjoying it while also wincing as the bloke two rows behind continuously calls a Wolves player a ****.

Then after the event he will be amazed to find out the kid can recall details of the game even he cannot remember.

My lad could talk you through the goals of his first game, Stoke. I am not even 100% sure what the score was though I think it was 2-0.
Sweets? You think Monty will let the poor wee scrap have a bag of sweets?
He’ll get a bag of kale crisps if he’s lucky.