Anfield is intimidating if you are sat right on the segregation. I was sat like that in our first season up, and I started giving off lip to them over the netting, and said a few cutting things……
and the stewards, or rather one in particular, wearing a Liverpool baseball cap, I kid you not (could at least be a bit more covert), was straight on to me. “Right, you’re going out”. I said “No I’m not”. He went away. 5 mins later, they scored again, cue loads of Irish and day trippers leaning over the netting with their camera phones….and a few more ‘comments’ from me. He was straight on to me again “Right, that’s it”. He went away, and came back with a copper, who had a word, and warned me I was on my last warning.
The rest of the game, the steward just stared at me constantly. Everytime something happened, and the crowd got up, I just looked straight at him and gave him the :shhh: gesture…..he was steaming! My dad and my mate to this day, say it’s a miracle I wasn’t chucked out there.
It was just where I was sat, right next to them. It gets to you. Never happened to me before, or since.
And I know…..not big, or clever. Just daft. :doh: