Strange folk in amongst the home fans. Twats dancing on the pitch if they score. Hundreds jibbing their way in for nothing. Things being stolen from pie stalls etc. Yes the visit of the scum of football (plus the noses). Corporate areas and boxes filled with 'he's alright, he's one of the best Mancs there is' mates.
Not forgeting the endless, whining, drone of their chanting, which they think is very clever but is really dreadful to listen to.
