wo accidental free pints high up in Gillette Stadium—easily the biggest cheer of the day during a £350 turgid draw.”
Flying into Massachusetts, I had grand plans of touring historic Boston, taking in the sights, and soaking up the World Cup atmosphere. Instead, I found myself hiding in a Mexican pub eating discount doughnuts in the pouring rain.
From navigating the aftermath of the Tartan Army drinking the city dry to sneaking into the England section and witnessing Thomas Tuchel’s side revert to their drab worst against Ghana, Boston delivered a proper tournament rollercoaster. And just when I was ready to squeeze in some tourism, a Trafford United legend had other ideas…