Eagerly anticipating the game
Worried that your replica shirt might not be dry
Weetabix, low fat milk
Fry up and a couple down the local
Toast with marmite
Talk with mates down the pub
Whatever clothes are clean
Facepaints, flags, hat
Ignore the situation, he'll get what he deserves
Go and plead with the coppers that he's your brother and you'll look after him
Do nothing, chuckle away about his plight
Throw obscenities at the police, bloody jobsworths
Swear at him, start a chant or two; he's ruined your day.
Gesture manically and offer cut-throat signs to the closest linesman in the hope that he'll give you something instead
Sit there quietly, refs aren't biased, they just give it as they see it
Swear manically, but secretly find it funny
Still in your seat, chanting 'barmy army'
Stood in the concourses ready for a quick exit
Still in your seat, believing in the comeback
In the pub. Have been since half time
Applaud the lads off the pitch. They tried their best
Walk home silently.
Launch a foul-mouthed tirade at something, everything.