This is one of my funnier stories, and at the time I didn't even realise what was going on, which somehow makes it worse.
One of my runs either started or ended at Millwall, and I happened to have my West Ham top on underneath my jacket.
You can probably see where this is going.
I was about 25 or 26 at the time. I got there and needed a pen to write down a few different places of interest.
Let's face it, there wasn't much. Haha.
I opened my jacket to grab my pen and, without realising, my bloody West Ham badge was shining out for everyone to see.
The second I noticed it, my heart skipped a beat.
I zipped my jacket back up and f***ed off sharply.
I've been back two or three times since.
What a place 🤣