I was once on a train after the match in Liverpool, and this shit-accented whopper got on and I could here him coming down the carriage, in an over-egging style, saying "Excuse me, sorry", "Excuse me, sorry", "Excuse me, sorry", "Excuse me, sorry", "Excuse me, sorry"... making out that he was banging into people, "just carrying these three points back to the West Midlands."
Wife dug her finger nails into my thigh.
Fewming was not the word.
