They are all either very inexperienced football spectators or children or numpties though. I don't celebrate much in life, but if I had been born a lot less grumpy, I'd like to think I had the few dozen brain cells needed to realize that unless the goal is clearly uncontentious, the busy bodies in the deathly shipping container hundreds of miles away are immediately looking for the forensics needed to spoil my day GrrrrThat's just the default when you live in Charleroi.

