That is a better experience than meeting that cockney twat radio host who presented the big breakfast in the 90's, walking his bulldog, across the middle of your game, letting it take a shit, then saying "sorry lads, I don't have a bag", before realising that was not the words he needed to speak in that moment, ruffling through his coat, and using some makeshift tissue to wipe it up, then walking off, leaving a watery diarrhea ridden shit stain in the middle of the pitch. The emperor is many things, but at least he isn't a cunt.