Stood there watching the dregs of Reading half marathon coming through the 8 mile marker 2 hours in, when I spot a fat lad wearing a Wolves shirt.
Short chorus of "We are the one and only Wanderers" put an extra step in his stride and clenched fist salute as he approached.
Look on his face when he heard " 3 2 to the Wanderers" ... priceless!
Missus said I should know better going up for 50 and called me a big kid.