I would imagine we have all been surrounded by characters at some point attending games.
When I started taking my son he was about twelve so we had our first ST in the Halfords.
We were three rows from the front, so most of the voices we heard came from behind.
There were some posh blokes who used to say, Come on now boy's, keep the ball down, that's the way.
There was a rough loud bloke with his son who used to scream, Hit him. One day against Norwich when Crouch was warming up in front of us, his son shouted, Dad,dad,look at him. His dad shouted, Bloody hell, a monster. Crouch heard and turned around.
There was an old lady who when Megson shouted, out, out, would screech in a high pitched voice, gerrout gerrout, he's told ya, he's told ya.
The best though was two voices that seemed to be adrift of the game being played. They were very matter of fact and not talking to anyone in particular. They would say things like, I used to come here when W.G. Richardson was playing.
The best was when one said,my dad used to take me to Stoney Lane to see us play.
Our Richard said the expression on my face as I turned around and said WTF was a picture.
We never found out who were saying these things. Richard swears they were ghosts.