18/06/2026
Pints were flying about quicker than England’s wingers down the flank, and every time we got in the box half the pub nearly spilled their lager in excitement. Blokes claiming they could’ve buried that chance themselves while struggling to find their seat after four pints. The atmosphere was proper electric, strangers hugging, grown men screaming at the telly like it owed them money, smokers running in and out.
When England finished it, the whole boozer erupted; tables rattled, beer splashed, voices were lost…
See ya at the next one, book a table for the best view