Football inspires the full range of emotions and behaviours, although sadly, included in that full range is “idiocy” and as one Manchester United fan found out today, you get kicked out of Goodison Park if you let your idiocy shine through.

It has to be said, however, that the majority of United fans that I personally came into contact with today were perfectly reasonable and decent human beings, but they were let down by one individual towards the end of our 3-0 win over them today.

For the past three years, I’ve sat in the very last home seat of the Paddock, right in the firing line of the “banter” with the away fans that visit our stadium. Some are decent, some aren’t, and some are Liverpool. Today was probably the lowest point of those three seasons though.

Sat right at the back of the Paddock, tucked in ahead of the walkway infront of the Lower Bullens, one United fan couldn’t hide his stupidity even for 90 minutes.

He spent the whole of the first half talking to the stewards and counting the same £30 in fivers to try and make out he was brewstered, when in actual fact his coke dealer was probably expecting that to be dropped off later. Then, after giving out a bit of abuse, he lost it when he was given some back by the home support.

The first sign of his IQ being lower than United’s goal difference this season was when he labelled someone “fat.” When you’re 20 stone, you’d probably want to shy away from that one in public. But he carried on.

When he failed to get the rise he wanted (as everyone was too busy laughing at him) he started clapping his hands above his head and tried to get a chant about Hillsborough going.

At this point, it’s probably worth pointing out that nobody joined in, so they’re not all bad.

That was his time up at Goodison Park this afternoon, but as he threw his head at the police officer who was trying to restrain him, he might have looked around and thought himself lucky that there were another three officers on their way to help out, and that they got to him before anyone from the home end managed to.

Songs about Steven Gerrard will get a smile, and we might even join in if we’re winning. But songs about Hillsborough are out of bounds, and you’ll get kicked out – if you’re lucky.

I hope this particular United fan enjoys his night in the cells after what was no doubt found in his wallet on his way out, and I hope he was sitting in his allocated seat so that he can be banned from ever coming to Goodison Park again.