I was at Uni with Mike Hunt. Used to play football too, so we often used to shout stuff like ‘get it out on the left, Mike Hunt’s wide open’ and then fail to do anything for the next 5 minutes while we giggled like schoolboys.
More repeatable but to me funnier is a school friend’s mum, Kerry, who purely by choice married a man called Matthew Oakey. She double barrelled her name to avoid the issue.
And another mates, surname Mint who had to genuinely talk his wife out of naming one of* his daughters Philippa (short = Pippa)
* yes, one of. He has 4 kids and fortunately more that one of them is a girl, because if he’d only had the one he swears he’d have nicknamed her Polo. You work it out.