That was my first home game since last November and organisationally, the club is a fucking shitshow. To add to the comments above (and the car pass mess):
£6.15 for a Pale Ale? You can get someone killed for that.
A programme was shoved under my nose at one point. £3 for a piss thin 32-pager, of which 17 were adverts. So 20p per editorial page.
The new shirts look so bad, no wonder there was so much interest in the retro stuff in Hawkins' Bazaar upstairs.
I understand it took about an hour to get the telly changed over for the lunchtime game 'because the IT Department were busy'.
At one point just before HT, the tvs in the cowshed bar were streaming the video advertising hoardings.
Plus Mr Health And Safety having to stand over the smoke bomb and let it burn out before picking it up.