Just spent £39.00 for three adults (including a 70+ mam), er indoors and grandson for the Burnley game - I hate myself for propping up this disgusting regime but when grandson was virtually doing somersaults and texting all his mates about having a ticket it made it all worthwhile. I’ve had fair few beers today with watching the Durham cricket final where they got beat but now feel totally conflicted about supporting my team, yet feeding that absolute cúnt and at the same time introducing the laddie to this pointlessness - how the fúck did it ever get to this???