Last night, Blues passing the ball around the back in a tight situation (still makes me nervous but I'm getting used to it). 4 rows in front of me, red faced bald bloke, throbbing veins in the neck, effing and jeffin, about to launch into "Gerritforwardlaunchitttttt" as the triangle pays off and we are through their midfield with yards of space to play into. He couldn't swallow it quickly enough, like he'd choked on a walnut.
