Ok here's what happened:
I was all dressed and ready for the event. I had even purchased a new t-shirt for the occasion.
Halfway through the compatition, I started to feel really sick! I ran to the toilet and stayed there for the rest of the day.
I suspect it was the chicken I ate before the match. It tasted kinda funny and I should have read the package more closely. But really........if you can't trust Swedish chicken then what can you trust?
I felt like a wanker afterwords and didn't dare show my face.