Who invented the iPhone?

You’ve won part of the battle. You’ve made it out of the house, and away any screen showing sport. You’re patting yourself on the back and thanking the man upstairs for a few sports free hours. And then you’re sat at the pub/restaurant/wedding (delete as applicable) and your man pulls out the iPhone (or generic smart phone). Just to quickly check the scores of let’s face it, every sporting game under the sun. Then there are the live text options on the BBC which ensure that no matter where you are, you get a blow by blow account.

At your side of the table you are trying not to tut or complain or god forbid say you’d might as well stayed at home (at least then you would have been able to be busy). But you don’t complain as you fought so hard to go out, and you worry it will be used against you for future outings. So instead you do what any sane sporting widow would do, pray for the battery runs out.