Re: 1992 FA Cup run...
Plaistow tube station, eastbound platform, with my ex and her West Ham supporting family. A tube full of Sunderland fans pulls up on the opposite platform and, assuming all on my platform were Hammers, do the usual goading and finger salutes.
As luck would have it, EJ the Barman is on that tube and sees me, frantically pointing and waving, his face full of joy. Half the carriage sees what's going on, recognise me, join in with EJ and start singing "We're the famous Sunderland and we're going to Wembley".
I break my silence and, with my platform steadily building up of disgruntled West Ham fans, I put two clenched fists in the air and shout "FUCKING YES!" and join in the singing at the top of my voice.
I feel your pain, I feel your shame, but you're not to blame. She DID look like your wife from behind.