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My late dad (Lord rest him) and myself were watching a Champions League football match one evening where there was a German club playing when the following conversation ensued!
DAD: 'What happened while I was out of the room, son?'.
ME: 'The team in red were being over-run in midfield so their manager took their number nineteen off for Fuchs' sake'.
DAD: 'Excuse me?'.
ME: 'I said the number nineteen in red was taken off for Fuchs' sake'.
DAD: 'Ah, here. There's no need to adopt that attitude, all I did was ask you a simple question'.
ME: 'Yeah, I know that dad and I'm telling you simply the manager of the team in red took the number nineteen off for Fuchs' sake. What's your problem?'.
DAD: 'I'm not the one with the problem, you need to wash your mouth out'.
ME: 'You're mis-understanding me. Do you see the number twenty two in red? He's Fuchs'.
DAD: 'Well, I'm sure he piddles and has the odd ride also so he obviously f*cks alright. I'll give you that much but I fail to see what any of this has to do with football'.
ME: 'I give up, dad. Turn on the news for FECK sake'.
DAD: 'No, I won't but at least your attitude is improving slightly'.
At this stage I get up out of my armchair and exit the living room very frustrated but determined to clear things up with my dad the following morning!