Shirt-Changed
I'd hesitate to call it a campaign or anything, but at the start of last season I wrote a post lamenting the disappearance of the half-time Cash Dash draw from Old Trafford. In my eyes, it was another tiny nail hammered in the coffin of the match-going experience, presumably the victim of the Glazer's bean-counters who expect the pitch at half-time to be the exclusive preserve of sponsor-friendly, revenue-generating penalty shoot-outs.
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Well imagine my surprise arriving at the ground last weekend to be met by an army of ticket sellers for something going by the name of 'Shirt Off Their Backs'. (I think that was the name anyway. I'd check by consulting my ticket but it was chucked away when I failed to win). My heart did a little leap for joy and my hand was straight into my pocket for a quid. The Cash-dash was back!
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Only, it wasn't really. Under what system of inflation can the item that was previously the runners-up prize suddenly become first prize? What's happened to the pretty bloody essential cash element of the draw? Where's my opportunity to get photographed shaking Kevin Webster's hand whilst holding a gaint cheque? Indeed where was the no-mark local celeb doing the honours with the tombola on the pitch? I feel duped.
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The fact that the game was a desultory draw means that buying a ticket isn't immediately established as a necessary ritual of winning games, so I don't think I'll bother when we play our next home game sometime in November or whenever it is. Ah, well.
posted by Royton Red @ 1:10 PM
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