Back in `04 I went to watch Wasps play Toulouse in the Euro final. I found myself amongst Wasps fans w about 50 French two rows down.
About 4 mins from the end of the very close match one of the Toulouse players was substituted at which point I wondered loudly in (flawless of course) French as to whether he had left the field due to the fact that he had done his `35 hours` (Contentious French employment law).
A few of them turned around and grinned whilst one big chap in a Dax beret turned the colour of Merlot, stood up, and began to berate me on the quality of everything English under the sun. Especially the women and the food...
At this point I urged him to be `tranquille` and suggested (in flawless French of course) that rugby was only a game, to which, eyes bulging, he responded that rugby was life, at which I observed that life was also a game...to which I actually got a few nods of agreement from some of his friends.
The last seconds of the game had arrived. With Wasps still just behind he turned round from berating me to see Rob Howley flying down the far touchline following a kick ahead and scoring the most miraculous of tries to put his side in the lead with nothing left on the clock.
At this point M. Dax completely lost it and was ejected by two large stewards who were grinning from ear to ear.
When I got to the bottom of the stand I passed him being given a stern lecture by three Police. As I passed I gave him a grin at which he lunged at me spouting profanities. I think at this point he was arrested, but I didn't wait to find out. I have never seen anything like it, at least not since Brian Moore used to wind up Pascal On darts...