I like a drink and I've had a drink in some brickholes in my time but have never felt the need to have a drink at half time in a football stadium, I just don't know why people want to walk 50/100 yards to queue up for beer in a plastic cup and be barged about in the process, always told my kids go before the match as we're not moving till the end of the game.
I'm with you. Once at my seat, I generally don't leave until the game is over. Of course, being spoiled rotten here in Norfa Merica, we can buy a couple of bevvies and take them to our seat. Or buy them from drinks vendors who roam the stands. Have to plan carefully. If you need a whizz, then you've got to choose between missing a couple of minutes of match action or risking lineups at halftime and missing more.
Fond memories of drinking at football matches. Was at the Bernabeu in the '80s and the drinks vendors had big, deep wooden trays with bottles of brandy and rum. Give him the 'Hey, Jimmy!' and he'd be over to pour you healthy shots in plastic cups. They sold cigars out of cups as well.
In bygone days at the old Hampden Park, you could easily smuggle in tins. Then use them as receptacles once the beer had run its course. Sharp tangy reek of used MacEwans would hang over the place. But you'd be singing.
Also fond memories of going to a Canadian university gridiron football championship games with my mates and all of us with long pieces of string tucked into our sleeves or socks. Once in, we'd head right to the top at one end where they'd be tied together and dropped down the back of the stadium where a pal was waiting to tie on wineskins full of rum. Then they'd be hauled up and we'd be all set. Loved pouring streams of hooch into the gaping mouths of young, lovely ladies who clambered up for a free drink.
Or we'd get a cigarette rolling machine and make like 12-inch long joints and tuck them inside the brim of our flat caps or the cuff of our toques. It would get passed around like a native peace pipe.
Can't pull any of that nonsense nowadays.