I went out last night to The Montagu Pyke on Charing Cross Road to watch Japan/Brazil.The night was put on by Logosgate who had hired the pub and sold tickets on the night. Japanese food was available, as well as beer, and everyone was given a novelty fan to wave - BONUS! (Jer blagged a t-shirt too, the lucky badger.)
After a lengthy spell in the queue we were allowed inside and took up residence at the bar. The match started shortly after, amid screams and shrieks and the pounding of various drums.
My ears weren't ready for the noise, it was shrill to the point of meltdown. Every time a Japanese player ran for more than three strides with the ball everyone went
and screamed until my eyes hurt!If England supporters were as mad as the Nipon's I'd love football all year round, no really I would! Sitting in an English pub with lots of English people, all hoping for a team win but reluctant to cheer their lads on. (Just in case the inevitable happens and they lose.) The thought of it depresses me...
So from now on I'm watching the rest of the world cup in fancy dress, in non-English pubs, where the party's more important than winning the game!
