Defeat tastes like pisswater

What feels like many months ago now, I voiced an intention to write a review of a beer I typically drink in the pub, say Carling or Fosters, combined with the sweet taste of victory. I put it off. In retrospect I should have done it when I had the idea, around the same time that Liverpool won the F.A. Cup in truly spectacular fashion. Unfortunately my procrastinating ways left the idea festering in the back of my mind, ready to resurface on, what now seems a ridiculous notion, the glorious day that Beckham held aloft the World Cup to the cheers of a nation. That would have tasted mighty fine, but it wasn't to be. It won't stop me trying that temptress ever resident in Sainsbury's, Young's (I think) English Ale, though.

On the day the dream died I was at the birthday BBQ of a very good friend of mine, and although victory wasn't around to sweeten things, the beer certainly tasted great. We had a 38 litre polypin of Rebellion, brewed across the road from his house that very morning. It does actually have its own quite sweet taste and that combined with the company made up for England's defeat, especially when my next adpoted team to support beat Brazil later in the day.