Season Tickets

[frank black]

I consider those that faff about at the turnstiles to be the equivalent of the person in front at the garage, that has just filled up their car with petrol, paid and decides to spend what feels like five minutes adjusting their seat, putting their safety belt on and grabbing a Werthers original.

The euro games were a nightmare. There were people with phones that didn’t understand how wallets work, those with printed out tickets that didn’t know how they worked.

You can’t trust people, blah Coldplay blah blah the Nazis ……

But people like lager and nuts

[pauliewalnuts]

I consider those that faff about at the turnstiles to be the equivalent of the person in front at the garage, that has just filled up their car with petrol, paid and decides to spend what feels like five minutes adjusting their seat, putting their safety belt on and grabbing a Werthers original.

They are the same pricks who get to the ticket barrier on the Tube and only then stop and start staring at their ticket or phone, wondering what to do.

[ChicagoLion]

I consider those that faff about at the turnstiles to be the equivalent of the person in front at the garage, that has just filled up their car with petrol, paid and decides to spend what feels like five minutes adjusting their seat, putting their safety belt on and grabbing a Werthers original.

They are the same pricks who get to the ticket barrier on the Tube and only then stop and start staring at their ticket or phone, wondering what to do.

There is likely to be thousands that do not usually use their phones for this purpose.
Expect carnage.

[Kevin Dawson]

I've had mine accepted too. Which is nice.

Me too. Happy days

And me

[AV82EC]

I consider those that faff about at the turnstiles to be the equivalent of the person in front at the garage, that has just filled up their car with petrol, paid and decides to spend what feels like five minutes adjusting their seat, putting their safety belt on and grabbing a Werthers original.

They are the same pricks who get to the ticket barrier on the Tube and only then stop and start staring at their ticket or phone, wondering what to do.

There is likely to be thousands that do not usually use their phones for this purpose.
Expect carnage.

It’s hardly the splitting of the atom.

Go to Wallet.
Select Season Ticket
Wave in front of ticket reader until it beeps and turns green.

We’ve put men on the fucking moon FFS and people are predicting a meltdown over waving your phone in front of a ticket reader.

[Dogtanian]

Humans have put men on the moon, yes. But we’ve also elected Boris Johnson.

[PeterWithesShin]

We may have put men on the moon but we also have to do this

[ChicagoLion]

I consider those that faff about at the turnstiles to be the equivalent of the person in front at the garage, that has just filled up their car with petrol, paid and decides to spend what feels like five minutes adjusting their seat, putting their safety belt on and grabbing a Werthers original.

They are the same pricks who get to the ticket barrier on the Tube and only then stop and start staring at their ticket or phone, wondering what to do.

There is likely to be thousands that do not usually use their phones for this purpose.
Expect carnage.

It’s hardly the splitting of the atom.

Go to Wallet.
Select Season Ticket
Wave in front of ticket reader until it beeps and turns green.

We’ve put men on the fucking moon FFS and people are predicting a meltdown over waving your phone in front of a ticket reader.

Let’s see what happens 
And it was a total shit show in Witton lane.

[Stinkin_Thinkin]

It wouldn't suprise me if Heck organises a "technical glitch" and spitefully locks out all the physical season card holders as a cunning plan to drag the luddites kicking and screaming into the digital age. With a team of carphone warehouse sales staff patroling the Holte End Car park swooping on the technophobes, aggresivly signing them up for extortionate 5 year mobile deals at £120 a month, featuring budget (crap) smart phone with embedded google wallet and crazy train ringtone.
It would be TV gold for the upcoming netflix documentary, the camera pans to the board room where heck is, surveying the chaos on CCTV. Takes a long drag on his cigar and mutters "cocksuckers" under his breath as some pissed off brummy despairingly signs his life away just to get into the stadium for kick off.

[VillaTim]

Accepted. No Charge.

[Risso]

It’s hardly the splitting of the atom.

Go to Wallet.
Select Season Ticket
Wave in front of ticket reader until it beeps and turns green.

We’ve put men on the fucking moon FFS and people are predicting a meltdown over waving your phone in front of a ticket reader.

But if it was the Villa IT team in charge of the moon landing, the Apollo rocket would have looked like a punctured balloon taking off, before crashing into the side of the nearest mountain.

At the moment the Villa app won't let me log in despite me using the correct password, and the link to reset it is broken.

[LeeB]

I consider those that faff about at the turnstiles to be the equivalent of the person in front at the garage, that has just filled up their car with petrol, paid and decides to spend what feels like five minutes adjusting their seat, putting their safety belt on and grabbing a Werthers original.

They are the same pricks who get to the ticket barrier on the Tube and only then stop and start staring at their ticket or phone, wondering what to do.

Once you sent the first few to the gulags and had them flayed live on TV the rest would soon learn.

[Nev]

I await the "supporters advised to arrive early" message next week following the last minute issuing of season tickets.

It's a deliberate ploy by Heck to drive more trade within the ground. Can't fool me.

[Bad English]

Accepted. No Charge.

Here is the Facetime call between Chris Heck and VillaTim prior to the agreement.

[rjp]

But if it was the Villa IT team in charge of the moon landing, the Apollo rocket would have looked like a punctured balloon taking off, before crashing into the side of the nearest mountain.

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Probably more like this.