Pro drinkers month starts today. No queues at the bar for a few weeks with all the part-timer sheep doing their silly January detox. Hit it hard in January then duck out in February when pubs get overrun with Six Nations weirdos. Attack January, you know it makes sense. A bosh.
Imagine the Nottingham Forest summer signings doing their initiation songs in the hotel the night before their next away game, it’ll be like fucking Live Aid.