My uncle got married the day we got relegated at Stoke. We got to the church early and went to find the nearest pub, but only got to watch the first half before we had to leave for the service. I remember my brother going out when the bride and groom were signing the register to find out the score, came back in with tears in his eyes - didnt need to say anything.
What made things worse was my mum telling the pair of us to stop walking round so glum, we were at a wedding and at least had to pretend we were happy!