As discovered at Wembley, are there any
Bag and drink restrictions at the Final this weekend?
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As discovered at Wembley, are there any
Bag and drink restrictions at the Final this weekend?
I'm going to have plenty of drink in me, no bags though.
Billy Bates will be knackered then.
Fine but don't come complaining when his beer starts talking...
Last year they were checking underneath coaches for bombs and all fans were checked over with a metal detector before entering. Struck me a bit OTT but after the bombing at the MEN arena understandable. No chance of getting the sneaky hip flask in:(
The restrictions in terms of drinking alcohol in your seats were totally ignored. I had drank a bottle in the concourse before the game but, when I got to my seat, loads were chugging Heinekens.
There was a group behind us - seemed to be 3 generations of a family plus maybe 3 or 4 blokes in their 20s/30s, that were ••••ed when they arrived, and carried on drinking Heineken throughout at their seats and the stewards ignored them, despite them shouting throughout with every other word being f***ing this, c**t that; "f*** off, you f***in Manc c**ts" slurred/shouted every half minute (I'm no prude and we don't have a downer on swearing by the kids so it didn't affect us, but it was next to the family section and plenty were unhappy) At one point, the woman in the group got into an argument with the stewards because they'd stopped her bringing - I kid you not - an entire box of 24 Heineken bottles back to the seats. The entire group - save for the little lad who was about 10 - got up to first remonstrate with the stewards, then go into the concourse for 10/15 mins to down the bottles.
One then decides to try to pick a fight with a group of teenage lads in the family section who weren't Saints fans, and they all started giving these lads verbals.
In short, they were a disgrace, a real scumbag family, and I was embarrassed to be a Saints fan. Next to us was a guy in his 60s with his son (20's) and I think the gobsh*tes behind us ruined their game. I spent most of the game worried about my two daughters in case it all kicked off, or one fell forwards onto us, and sloshing beer was an ever-present danger, and it took the edge off it for me.
Thankfully, they buggered off a few minutes after the hooter - probably desperate for more beers.