Regardless of how they actually taste, there's something about a pie at the match that just feels right. It's the whole package – the game, the camaraderie, the shared grumbles about the ref – that makes it taste better than any gourmet pie could on its own.

Back in my day pies were part of the experience and made with pride, not just some afterthought to milk more money out of fans. You can taste when they're made right, but more often than not these days it's just mass-produced nonsense. Your mate's not far off, sad to say.

It's hit and miss innit? I've had some that are proper decent, and then there are those that feel like you're chomping on the sole of a boot. But it's the tradition that counts. Win or lose, you've had your pie, sang your heart out, and that's the matchday ritual sorted.

New to the pie game here, but tried a vegan roll last match and it was lush. Don't know if it's the usual, but I was impressed. Definitely getting more into the habit of warming up with a pie before the game kicks off.

Petrol station pies reigning supreme? Hah, wouldn't surprise me. Everything in those stadiums are overpriced – stale beer, soggy chips, and the pies? One word: robbery. They know you can't resist, and they cash in on that desperation.

Look 'ere, for the price you pay at the ground you could get yourself a whole batch of decent pies from the local shop. It's the convenience you're paying for, plus the 'experience'. I don't get why you'd pay triple for a half-decent pie just because you're at the footie. Madness.

As someone who takes their pies very seriously, I'd argue that while some stadium pies are passable at best, there are a few grounds out there hiding genuine culinary surprises. If you ever find yourself at Bramall Lane, the steak and ale there is an unsung hero among match-day meals. On the other hand, I've endured some so-called 'meat' pies that were frankly insulting to the name. It's a pie lottery, really.

Mate, I reckon it's all about the atmosphere. A pie on match day tastes like glory, 'cause you're there with the crowd, the chants, the whole shebang. Try that same pie on your sofa on a Wednesday evening and it's just not the same, is it? It's defo part tradition, part taste for me.