i wear the full kit on every matchday, paired with whatever the lads are wearing for the game. i like to think they know this and it spurs them on to try harder.
i make the wife and kids clap me into the living room and hour before kick-off and watch as i do a couple of shuttle runs between the sofas to warm up. the wife and kids are allowed on their phones during this bit, and they’re able to go to the concourse (kitchen) and get something to eat or drink. 5 minutes before kick off they’re expected back in the living room to clap me into my chair.
once the match starts, they have to watch me and cheer every time i drink my beer or eat a scratching. they’re only allowed to go to the toilet at half time, or the concourse for food, but not both.
towards the 70th minute, one of them will put on a hi-vis jacket and throw out one of the other ones. i leave it up to them to decide which.
at full time they clap me off to the shitter, to allow me to painfully deposit the 500g worth of scratchings i ate during the last 2 hours. i make them stay in the living room for a further 20 minutes afterwards, just in case i want to do a warm down or a lap of honour. after that, the day is their own.