I have a theory about drinking (Law 1): When people drink more than a little, they invariably become babbling morons (oh we're going to win the league are we? Ahhhh, it will be easier with Messi in the squad yes, I'm sure Mike is all over that deal... Oh and I love you too, even though we were introduced into a typically awkward social situation by the mutual friend who's obviously ****ed off about ten minutes ago, and I've spent most of that time trying to get you to stop groping me in the arse... even though you're a dude!!!!), and thus we decide we need to drink so as to bare it...
Nothing strange about this theory, until it comes to my 2nd Law... Feck off as early as possible, preferably before everyone has reached the state of puking through their fingers into their drinks (yayyy... it's like second drink!) and contemplating the more profound reasons for our existence...
Having said that, Law 3 states that having more than a few of those delightful double whiskey and cokes before matchday is quite spiffing, and warms the idiotic vocal chords... Luckily I sit behind the goalie, so the opposition keepers always benefits from my drunken musings on the abyss of life...