I honestly did derive a certain masochistic, nostalgic pleasure from trudging across muddy car parks in the pouring rain to pay cash to stand on the terrace at P'borough on that Tuesday night last season. And to top it all we won the game, and I knew in my heart we would definitely get promoted.
Vivid memories, far better than endless identikit sterile afternoons at St Mary's.
The thing that really sickens me at the soulless tourist stadia, like Stamford Bridge and the Emirates in particular, is the pathetic practice of the "fan style" banners and flags they patronisingly put out around the place proclaiming and celebrating "legends" and various silverware. Usually situated on the first tier balconies, where TV exposure is too limited to sell the space for adverts. They think it looks like real, fan-supplied stuff and adds to the atmosphere but it fools no one. Fans are banned from bringing their own banners in FFS, lest it obscures a precious sponsor's advertising hoarding or contravenes H&S...
Anyway, it is no surprise that the best atmospheres in the Premier league are in stadia of unfashionable, working class towns - such as Swansea and Stoke.