Which stadium snack truly makes the matchday experience? Rank your terrace classics.

Whether it's steak and kidney or a classic Pukka, nothing says matchday like burning the roof of your mouth on molten gravy. A proper British institution.

Divisive, salty, and somehow essential when there's a frost on the pitch. You either love it or you've never had it on a freezing January afternoon.

Steaming hot, slightly soggy, drowned in luminous yellow sauce. A staple outside grounds from Burnley to Bolton.

That unmistakable onion aroma drifting across the concourse is half the experience. Quality varies wildly, but the ritual is sacred.

Plastic cup, lukewarm lager, and that mad scramble to down it before kick-off. Liquid courage for the second half of the season.