I’ve always watched down the pub but I’m going to rethink it going forward for exactly the reason bringbackrattles outlined.
Wednesday night I was in a pub watching the game surrounded by people eating chicken wings, standing in front of the tv, laughing histerically at each other and generally sat around waiting for big moments such as goals to engage their blipvert minds.
The final whistle goes, i sink head in to hands and in the darkness i felt the hopes and dreams drift away thinking of the good times we’d had this past month and even thoughts of italia 90 and the unstoppable passage of time.
Eventually after this moment of closure and phsycological healing i lifted my head from hands and the first thing i see is a millenial filming me on his ‘device’
I’m going to watch at home from now on, i just have some how convince the mrs my mates won’t spill beer on the carpet or scare the cat.
