I was in the UK, watching a football game between my country and England in a pub with an English friend. I had a team shirt on. It was a good game, a close game, in the last few minutes we lost and England won.
I Shake some hands and go to the bathroom. I have to shit, go to a stall, and just as I’m about to close someone pushes the door open, forcing themselves in. Life is flashing before My eyes, my entire body shakes from all the adrenaline now pumping, I’m ready to fight or die trying.
He says (drunk off his mind) “YOU STOOD UP DURING YOUR ANTHEM! I RESPECT THAT! GOOD GAME!! GOOD GAME!!” as he reaches to shake my hand and pat my arm, “yeah man good game, sorry but I need to shit mate”
I thought I was about to die, stabbed and beat to death in a toilet. When it was just a drink Britt trying to be nice.
I’ve never been so happy that my country lost a game as that night (Mt shirt also bought me a lot of beers, felt like I needed them after thinking I was about to die)