Not at all, I was forced to go by work (they had been offered the tickets and no-one wanted to go so I was forced to to avoid embarrassment). The programme seller, toiler cleaner and binman must have already spoken at Vicarage Road so as a last resort they asked me if I'd mind speaking, though fuck knows why, but I thought oh fuck yes I'm having some of that. Mainly because their announcer was gorgeous. When I told her I was planning to announce to the ground I was an Everton fan, thanks for putting me in the VIP lounge suckers, they shit the bed and begged me not to. They had been so kind to me I felt guilty for being such a prick and instead talked some utter bollocks that I don't even remember.