I was in the posh seats at Sheffield Wednesday for the FA Cup tie last season. It had become obvious that we were West Ham fans as my daughter can’t control her emotions and she ended up chatting about our young players to Howard Wilkinson. Anyway, this cunt behind me was really winding me up. He kept talking loudly about how great Wednesday were playing and reacting a few seconds after something had happened with a loud obnoxious comment “what a great piece of play, great that we’re taking these apart”. I got to my limit when we got a penalty that was saved. About ten seconds later he declares; “bloody right too, was never a penalty, we got what we deserved, these big boys think they can have it all their own way”. I turned round to give him the laser beam eye glare that’s so famous at Brentwood Station these days as I could tell my daughter was getting a bit intimidated. And saw that it was David Blunkett. He was a bit slow on the uptake because he was getting all his information via an earpiece.