Get to my pub at 11:48 Pacific time to find no televisions working. Owner had just reopened indoor dining (though had outdoor), and had shut off satellite service to save money and wasn’t planning on turning it on again until indoor capacity was 50 percent. So . . . got my laptop, tapped into the WiFi at the tire dealer next door, sat outside, drank Boddy’s, had a sausage roll, dealt with screen freeze after screen freeze and WATCHED THE FUCKING BLUES ADVANCE.
What a lovely afternoon.
Special shout to Zinky who was magnificent and Foden who is something very special.