At Ayresome Park I used to sit quite near the guy with the very squeaky voice and his brother. Was very funny but he always had a streaming snotty nose and a shortage of tissues. When we moved to the Riverside I thought I wouldn't see or hear from him again until a few minutes into the Chelsea match when his unique squeak could be heard two blocks away.
At the Riverside our group sat next to a guy who always wore a big fedora, turned up well after kick off, moaned for 60 minutes, then left with 15 minutes to go usually announcing "I've had enough of this rubbish". I never wonder where he is, but I do wonder where he got his hat.