There was a problem in the Olympic men’s bouldering that had an obvious foot jam. I watched it saying to my completely disinterested other half “ha, he doesn’t even know how to jam his feet!” Then the guy in question not only did the problem by smearing on the side of the crack, he went on to win gold.
I felt like Alan Partridge when he’s gleefully watching a bloke trying to fill his car up from the wrong side.
“No point pulling it mate, it’s never going to reach.”
“He’s determined to make it reach!”
“Oh he has.”