Here's an anecdote that came back to bite me on the bellend tonight.
Do you remember England playing Italy in the qualifiers for the 98 World Cup (I think), we needed a draw in Italy in the last game to qualify.
We were poor and it didn't look good, I was watching in an Irish pub here with three English mates and a Russian lad. Just after half time Sergei says he hungry, asks for the bar menu and orders a pizza. There's an audible sigh from the English lads. Barman comes back and says "No pizza, sorry" Sergei looks again and order a pasty and chips. Hurrah! After that England really picked up, I remember Ian Wright in particular playing really well.
So after this we had a theory. No food or drink from your opponents' counry. English food and Britpop at full pelt. Glory glory guaranteed.
You had lasagna tonight, I made a homemade pizza. Doubt either of us cranked up the Chaz 'n' Dave. It's all on us mate.
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