Changing face of football fans

I used to cover Lincoln City Football Club for a news agency in the days when fans ate meat pies rather than prawn sandwiches. So it was a bit of a culture shock to overhear two women chatting in the butcher's yesterday. "Are you going to the football?" asked one. "No, we've got tickets to see Oedipus at the National," replied her friend. The shop is in Islington, home of the Arsenal where the fans make the players cry. At Lincoln it was the other way round.