It pains him to say it, but manners on the grounds are deteriorating. Only last Saturday, he saw some idiot abusing the young scorers. "I'm not satisfied with the birds!" he shouted. By bullying a youngster, he was allowed to re-shoot the entire stand. It made Dick's blood boil.
Suddenly Dick's eyes clear: the man next to him. It's him. He's the same one. Dick is about to say something when the man's foot is kicked by the fellow opposite him. Serves you right. Then they both stand and the two of them do a Laurel and Hardy routine, bumping bums and cases. Dick makes a point of sniggering nastily. He catches the man's eye. No wonder you have to take it out on children, matey. Idiots like you scare good people away from the sport.
Dick stands up to follow and sees that this man is too short. He's not the same person at all. But Dick is still mad.