I don't want to leave.
I love that roof leaks, that the scoreboard goes on the blink during inclement weather, that the paint is peeling, that the 'toilets' are just a brick wall with no roof, that the beer is served from warm overpriced cans, that your view is restricted from much of the pop side because of the huge columns holding the place up.
It's a source of amusement for rival speccies, and I love that too. It's a hole, but it's OUR hole where we keep years and years of amazing memories.
I've tried to put a brave face on, move with the times, see it as progression but I absolutely love the place. I've grown from boy to man there and it's unthinkable that I'll never again stand on the crumbling terraces to cheer on my team.
