Back when I was a youngster we would stand on the concourse at the back of the Kop. Me, Mum and Dad. There was a bloke who used to stand in the same area at every game. Small man with a highly impressive moustache. he had his lad with him who was a similar age to me and if I'm being kind would describe him as rotund. In all honesty, he was obese.
Every game, this bloke would say to his kid. "Wait here, I'm just going to the toilet" and would disappear.
10 minutes later, he'd be back, wiping his moustache.
His lad, obviously suspicious, would ask if his dad had been for something to eat. To which the reply would invariably be. "No son. queue for the toilets was massive" whilst still wiping his moustache. It was obvious that he'd been for a half time pie.
This one day, he hadnt done a very good job of clearing the evidence from his wonderous tache, with plenty of flakes of pastry still nestled in his whiskers.
His lad looks up at him and asks "Dad, have you been for something to eat without me?"
Quick as a flash, the dad looks down, wipes his tache again and said
"No Son, I'd never do that. Its dandruff" before expertly changing the subject with 'Come on, second half's starting. Dont want to miss it!"