I dunno, a few times on MOTD last season it looked stunning…..Especially when the wind catches those flighty blue bait bags skipping freely across the pitch, the turf rugged like a freshly ploughed field, set in sharp relief against the banks of vivid pink seats, resplendent in their glorious emptiness each untroubled by human behind. I thought to myself “Aye meeyat, pyewar byewtyful”.
Not enough shit on the bog walls like, but you cant have everything.
Genuinely read that as if I was reading a Sir Ricky post on RTG