I wasn’t very interested in the football today. Barring those marching up at Pride, I must have been the only bloke around not glued to a television screen at four o’clock this afternoon. It was, however, rather interesting to observe events as I made my way through Charlton and Woolwich on the hunt for a new bumbag. Every pub I went passed seemed to be packed; I could hear each one from metres away. And as the afternoon went on, the general atmosphere seemed to get merrier and merrier. When I got to General Gordon Square in woolwich, hundreds of people crowded in front of the big screen there, things were starting to feel like a carnival. I had assumed we would lose today, which is why I chose not to watch it; but if this goes on and England continue to do well, I may be forced to pay more attention.