Faliraki 2006, went out for the England vs Portugal WC quarter final to a pub which was advertising a Euro a bottle. Full of England fans in kits, wigs, flags and face paints. Cunts must have packed their suitcases and thought to themselves, "Can't forget the red and white make-up, love!"
England crash out, partly due to Stevie and Carra's penalty misses (if I remember correctly) and me and my mates are bladdered, turn to each other, shrug shoulders and decide to walk out to a club on the lookout for scantily clad ladies. Hundreds of England fans are in bits in the street, miserable as fuck. Noticed a lad from our hotel with his wife, they were in their forties, had spoke to him about football etc around the pool, including our shrewd free transfer of Fabio Aurelio that week and told him to cheer up. "Cheer up? Cheer fucking up? England have just been knocked out. I support Stoke! We win fuck all! It's okay for you!!"
And do you know what? He was right, and has been ever since.