It’s a thought process that takes me back to the days when I could actually be bothered to spend my Saturday afternoons kicking lumps out of balls (and people) around a muddy field.
The standard could best be described as ‘pub football’ and there wasn’t much in the way of creature comforts during and after the games (the physio kit was, quite literally, a rusty bucket).
There was, however, a pub not far away that rustled up a few free post-match chips and sausages. Enough for a few teams, in fact.
And while the sight of 30-plus weary-looking men troughing their way through trays of grub was never a pretty sight, it certainly meant that the pub shifted plenty of pints for an hour or two.
So, if you’re a Carlsberg stockist and you are near one of the Pub Cup centres, I’d encourage you to enter a team. But if one or neither of those apply to you, don’t despair.
There are sports teams and clubs all over the land full of thirsty men (and women) willing to part with their cash in return for just a little bit of generosity.
