I've just been stuck in a traffic jam around Manchester Airport and ended up across from Slur Alex.
I wound the window down, beeped the horn and showed him the 4-1 score with my fingers. It may or may not have been accompanied with '4-1 you fucker' at the top of my voice.
I'm 37 next week but it was fucking ace all the same.
Apologies to any small children who may have witnessed my shame.