Haha! I have some very funny sports stories - but the one I shall tell here is that aged 15 I was in the school cricket XI. We were playing at Eton and my brother (older) was hit three times in one over (series of 6 pitches). Aged 15, and by a long way the youngest on the team I stormed the pitch and was going to give 'what for' to the tall and aggressive fast bowler (pitcher), probably the son of Lord Ponsonby-Smooth! . Eton is a pretty posh sort of place and I entirely forgot where I was. Much to my relief the rest of the team and the Coach were close behind! Funny the memories that stick!
Brother was fine but the pride bruises are always worse than the real ones!