I'll type quietly then -
I had to smile at the bloke who was so p1ssed during the match (red jacket, long straggly hair - 50ish), swaying up and down the stairs, with his long suffering wife trying to keep him together. He ended up behind me in the disabled area after the OB threatened him with ejection, screaming 'C'mon Saints, your better than this sh1t' for the whole 2nd half.
For his wife to put up with that, she truly is a Saint.