When I was a kid, my stepdad (?) wanted to watch the Big Match on ITV Sunday lunchtime, round at his Aunt's. He went out of his way to avoid finding out the score, and when we arrived the first thing he said was "Don't tell me the score, Hilda, I want to watch the Big Match"
She said "OK, fine. Bloody rubbish game anyway, weren't any goals"
I swear I nearly died laughing.