I’m sure you have an image of me sitting on my sofa with a can of lager in hand, shouting at the telly.
“Raheem Sterling, he’s top of the league” etc etc.
Thought not. Watching football on TV is akin to drinking at home or asking for a sampler. I’ll say no more on the subject.
But it’s hard to avoid TV screens in Malta. Unless you’re Richard Coldwell who only drinks craft beer. All the bars and pizzerias along the waterfront had at least three TVs, set to different channels of course.
We’ve now walked the streets of Marsaskala in search of caffeine and craft. There’s no Maltese WhatPub, of course, and on evidence so far there’s a dearth of really local bars.
Over at Il Gzira there’s a huge unfinished hotel project that would make a good Tiny Rebel if the concept ever catches on here. It’s the only remotely edgy part of the village.
The drawing on the right bears a close resemblance to me on a good day, which is a bit scary.
On Saturday evening we ended up in the Coxswain’s Cabin, perhaps the closest to a micro you’ll get.
There’s a price list, but given it’s almost identical to all the others, a bit redundant. The spelling is better than you see in Halifax.
Inside, four tables around the walls, close enough to bench seating to raise false hopes.
On the bar, nothing. No draught products whatsoever. Where is the licensee’s skill ? How am I supposed to give an NBSS to this 1 euro tin of Martens Gold ?
Mrs RM is convinced these are the cans you buy in Aldi for 39p, she would know. It was OK, but her Hopleaf was still the winner.
I didn’t want to stay, City v Leicester was on the TV and I get nervous unless I’m actually there and can influence the game by shouting “Kick him !” and the like.
But within 10 minutes 1-1 was 3-1, and even that string of lights, and a satellite signal so far behind the actual game I feared we were back in 1999 could dampen the joy of Aguero’s four goals.
Last night I set off for a place called Malachy’s Lemon & Lime pub, hoping to watch Basle v City. Unfortunately, most of Malta seems to support Juventus, so five of the screens were watching Juve play the Harry Kane invitational XI. Never mind, I’m sure we won.