English football fans have a certain reputation when abroad and it isn’t good – beer swilling, drunken, aggressive and violent yobs causing havoc in foreign city centres is not an image I’d like to be associated with. However, I do like my beer (in moderation) and I am also a keen football supporter. So, with England’s first game in the Euro 2012 Championships on the TV this evening, I settled myself down to watch in true English Football fan style.
Now, the beverage is more traditional English Ale rather than the ‘lager-lout’ type favoured by our more infamous country-men and the lead crystal, cut-glass tankard is not quite the same as drinking out of a can, but other than that, I’m ready to support my team
When Joleon Lescott scores the opening goal against France, my roar is as loud as any drunk will achieve. The difference is that by the end of the game, this is the sum total of what I’ve drunk, I’m sober and, despite the French equalising, I haven’t sworn at the referee, thrown a punch at the opposition supporters, or smashed up the town centre of Donetsk. In fact I’ve just enjoyed a good football match between two equally matched, hard working and skilful football teams, whilst drinking my favourite beer (Marston’s Pedigree, if you’re wondering) and then got on with normal life.