(in which Cardiff beat/stuffed Wolves 4 - 0)
came across a dead halt in traffic, not far from the Cardiff City ground.
He thinks to himself, "Wow, this traffic seems to be worse than usual.
Nothing's moving."
He notices a police officer walking back and forth between the lines of cars
so he rolls down his window and asks: "Officer what's the hold up?"
The officer replies: "It's a Wolves fan, he's just so depressed about:
losing to Cardiff this afternoon;
a Wolves player being red carded;
never winning any trophy recently;
Since 1984 they have spent just one season in the top division;
their only piece of silverware to date is the League Cup, which they won in
1974;
life in the Premiership was hard for Wolves, who didn't win until their
eighth match;
they were relegated from the Premiership;
West Brom are ahead of them in the league;
Birmingham are ahead of them in the league
the prospect of winning naff all after gobbing off all season;
he is threatening to douse himself in petrol and set himself on fire.
He says his family hates him, his mates are all laughing at him and he has
never had a job, hasn't got the money to get home. I'm walking around taking
a collection for him."
"Oh really?" says the bloke. "How much have you collected so far?".
"Only about 1/2 a litre, but a lot of Cardiff fans are still siphoning."
Yeah, I'm often your way in my van