Interestingly enough, I participated with 22 Para in a road race of four mountain peaks in the Cairn Gorms of the highlands.  It wasn't until the end until I was informed that it was a charity event for the 1984 British Olympic teams.  I used every vernacular curse word with my British colleagues as in you "c*nts and bastards" as I should have worked for the US team.  Of course they laughed.

We didn't win.  The SAS team was already at the end point with a cooking fire and tea brewing and sarcastically ask us why we were not faster and that they had tea ready for us.  The Sandhurst cadets were still 4 hours behind us, but you have to give them credit for trying.

The tea was refreshing, but I still called the SAS guys out for being assholes about it

"Schiller sprach zu Goethe, Steck in dem Arsch die Flöte! Goethe sagte zu Schiller, Mein Arsch ist kein Triller!"