At the Roses match, a small spectator was enjoying the game. When
the batsman made a fine stroke
he clapped enthusiastically, and applauded equally for good fielding from
the other side. This
seemed to bother the man sitting next to him, who growled, 'You from Lancashire?'
'No.'
'Yorkshire?'
'No.'
'Well, keep yer mouth shut - game's nothing to do with thee!'