Dear Marcus …

All in all a very bad night at the footy …

A man barracking for Carlton grabbed Marcus hard around the throat and pushed him back into his seat.

He then unloaded a string of profanities at the startled boy.

Marcus said the incident had ruined his night.

I know how you feel, mate, I have to live with one. And then, then, they go and steal the game with a fluke of a goal, a total accident. Have they no shame?

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