They're a blight on enjoying live footy, no doubt about it. You have to stagger pass the little buggers hopelessly trying to handball a ball through a hole in a board outside the stadium, then they're always wanting you move aside so they can go to the toilet with their parents. They spill green and pink coloured milk on you, they only eat half their hotdogs, they think Johnney Docker is our best player and they keep narking on you when you holler at the maggots. I have no ethical problem tripping them up on the stairs, bumping their bucket of chips or nicking their clackers and hucking them over the fence.
Ban them from buying #7 jumpers and prancing around with flashing light sticks after a loss - let them all aspire to be netballers (or something).
