To be clear, their haircuts were better than anything I've ever had, or could hope to have, in my life.

Got telt off by the supervisor steward for giving their subbies abuse when warming up (too shite to start, pink boots, haircut worse than mine). Pointed out to him that they're millionaires and could warm up somewhere else if they didn't want the fat Irishman saying nasty things. He seemed to agree.

Totally agree "Snitches get stitches" does not apply to this. People driving around like absolute weapons should get their just deserts.

I had to this once at the side of a rural road when putting the foot down and doing a Sir Alex Ferguson stopped being an option. My overriding memory is being propped between two trees and letting my curry shite loose while keeping eye contact with a scooter driver slowly driving by. The relief..