I just wanted to register my disgust about what happened to me on Saturday when I took my 2 kids to Welling, first I gave them £12 to get in only to be told that as they were accompanied it was £3 each, not that they were happy at me getting the change of course. Then within no more than 1 metre I was stung by Sherpa with the bonus ball and both kids wanted to play, mugged by Patsy with her buy a horse for racenight and, of course, both kids insisted on having the chance to win a bottle of bubbly they are far too young to drink and finally fleeced by Ken for sponsor a goal. I could go to Chelsea for not much more.
To cap it all my 7 year old asked if he could swear because everyone else behind the goal did.
I just wanted to register my disgust about what happened to me on Saturday when I took my 2 kids to Welling, first I gave them £12 to get in only to be told that as they were accompanied it was £3 each, not that they were happy at me getting the change of course. Then within no more than 1 metre I was stung by Sherpa with the bonus ball and both kids wanted to play, mugged by Patsy with her buy a horse for racenight and, of course, both kids insisted on having the chance to win a bottle of bubbly they are far too young to drink and finally fleeced by Ken for sponsor a goal. I could go to Chelsea for not much more.
To cap it all my 7 year old asked if he could swear because everyone else behind the goal did.
Outrage doesn't begin to describe my feelings.
Very interesting Andrew it seems you managed to avoid the club shop. In future I will have to stand outside with merchandise.
I just wanted to register my disgust about what happened to me on Saturday when I took my 2 kids to Welling, first I gave them £12 to get in only to be told that as they were accompanied it was £3 each, not that they were happy at me getting the change of course. Then within no more than 1 metre I was stung by Sherpa with the bonus ball and both kids wanted to play, mugged by Patsy with her buy a horse for racenight and, of course, both kids insisted on having the chance to win a bottle of bubbly they are far too young to drink and finally fleeced by Ken for sponsor a goal. I could go to Chelsea for not much more.
To cap it all my 7 year old asked if he could swear because everyone else behind the goal did.
Outrage doesn't begin to describe my feelings.
Within no more than 1 metre? I'm clearly going soft in my old age, Mr Nicholson.
Back again for more brazen stinging on Saturday week.
If my outrage wasn't enough at the last home match then can I say how disgusted I was to turn up this Saturday to find Sherpa was nowhere to be seen as he'd apparently sold out the bonus ball, Patsy was allegedly selling raffle tickets but was not in her usual spot and was nowhere to be seen and Ken just hurled abuse at me for exposing his fund raising antics two weeks ago. The end result was that I had to carry all that change back to Epsom, despite having a broken arm, if I could sue I would.........
