broomhillblade
On the move
One of my favourite moments at Bramall Lane was a few years ago when the bloke in front of me in the South Stand went off to buy a pie at half-time. He returned, sat down, raised the pie to his mouth, and the entire contents slipped out through the side and on to his lap. Most people would have leapt to their feet and utter a few choice words. Not this guy. He sat there motionless for some time before trying to discreetly wipe the pie contents off his lap and on to the floor. Clearly didn't want to make a fuss, or look a fool. British stiff upper lip, and all that...