Do you have any nicknames for them or anybody who has certain features? Right now I sit next to my brother, my dad and his mates, we've got a few around us who are, without fail, the same every week. Angry Ginger Bloke - Turns up really intense like, shakes all our hands vigourously, sits down and screams in fury at every mistake before standing up and storming out somewhere in the 80+ minute mark, regardless of the score. Mr Negative - Bloke behind us who enjoys having a boo boy that much that he changes every week. We do not own a single player that he has not described as 'shite' During half time the lack of negativity begins to bother him and he complains about the pie/chips/burger he has gotten, which is 'as shite as the bloody team.' Despite his obvious distate for everything, he returns every week... with food. The wannabe commentator - Waltzes in with his sheepskin on, and hunches forward all game with his radio on. Despite the fact I often check other scores on my phone and inform those around us in a simple 'Man U winning 1-0' he feels that this is not enough and proceeds to give me an in depth analysis of the game featuring both possession stats and shots on target. He then goes on to discuss what the result would mean for either team. Last Season we had 'The Pisshead' A lad who was 17 years old but looked mid thirties easily. Not even joking. He was massive. About six foot twenty nine and a good two metres wide. He looked like an angry barrel. He used to come in, mortal, every game. This culminated in him vomitting onto the bald head of my dad's mate Dicky. We never saw him again. I remember when I was little there was a man behind us who had a face like Michael Myers, the killer not Austin Powers, we called him No-Face. He was a fucking terrifying man. Whenever you would look over to him he seemed to be looking at you. I remember looking over to him when we scored because me and my cousin were curious and wanted to see him animated rather than silent and terrifying, he was just sat there, still... looking at us Who do you have, or who can you remember?