To be fair thou, people are pissed off before they get to their seat.
Last year: turn up half hour to go, scan card, get to bar, sink a £3.60 pint of Stella, have a piss, go to seat, WLIDITT, COME ON CITY, watch us piss the league.
This season...
Turn up half hour to go, find huge fucking queue for no reason, utter to your mate "it's like they forgot how to scan a qr code haha", get to front of queue, find your ticket has been archived for the 3rd time this week, find qr code as people behind you say to their mates "it's like they forgot how to scan a qr code haha", scan ticket, choose between watered down Carling or watered down Carling in a waistcoat, realise it's £5.80 and blow through teeth similar to a builder doing a quote, you need a piss but now it's 10 to go and pretty close. You rush in to the toilet do your business, run to seat, miss all the fireworks, but you know there has been some because the pitch is now covered in a sulpher ridden fog cloud, you go up stairs while WLIDITT is being sung, get to the seat you've had for years, some jobsworth wants to check you're in the right seat.
It's just such a fucking buzz kill