Some years ago, my daughter asked me and the wife to come to look at proposed wedding venues with her and her fiance, and his mum and dad.
I said, Christ its Derby day.
I didn`t have a ticket for the match but thought I`d watch it at home in peace and quiet.
My daughter had other ideas. "We`ll find a pub you can watch it in". My future son in law and his mum and dad were Rags from Scunthorpe. I said " You know I cant keep my mouth shut" but she begged me to try. I`d been relatively well behave until the sixth one hit the back of the net and I lost my composure, jumped on the table and shouted get the fuck in !!!.
8-) what else could I do.