Hahahahah... I had a similar experience when I blagged corporate entry via work some years back. All felt a bit random as we weren't in tune with 'the posh seats'; seeing him as we sat for 15mins half-time power-drinking and I just blurted out loudly "Fuck.... It's Pat Jennings!".... Some riff-raff infiltrating the posh seats is probably a weekly occurrence for him I reckon. He just sat down and chewed the fat with me and my mate for a bit and parted with an "enjoy ya beers, lads".