Mary Coughlan’s anthem to the Irish drinking culture has these words:
.. and as the floods rise we drown our sorrows
Tossing it back like there is no tomorrow
And in the end we’ll sit or we’ll stand
And p*** it back down the bog holes of Ireland
pubs
Mighty Wolves, shameful Wolverhampton
Do not enter
If you want to know why this piece is necessary, click here to see an account of how a grand day out for fans of both Wolves and Sunderland was marred by petty-minded officialdom of the sort that gives petty-minded officialdom a bad name …
After the last game of last season. I wrote a sour little description, under the heading “Mighty club, petty-minded city”, of the wooden-topped approach of police, local authorities and, unless they are acting under duress, publicans towards ordinary, decent visiting supporters. It was an appalling example of attitudes that were understandable 25 years ago but now bring shame on the city.