In 2010 I experienced working in Wembley Stadium for a couple of days. I had no idea which teams were playing, but nonetheless I served bottles of beer to those who came to see the matches. Some of the customers were shouting at me for no reason. His team must be losing, I assumed. After work, I was squashed among the drunk football fans, singing loudly on the tube on their way home. I remember them looking extremely happy. The nation of gentlemen is also a nation of football lovers.