After a glorious month of beer, barbecues and exceptional football, normal life has resumed – and it really is quite shit.
Just two weeks ago you were piling your Tesco trolley high with beer, burgers and England-themed bunting. But now the dream is up – and life wants its bitch back.
Being hungover at work is frowned upon once more. It’s unacceptable to be pissed at 4pm on a Tuesday. There are no longer three matches a day.
And your other half wants to…talk.
But as you trudge through the banality of a football-less few weeks, fear not brave soldier – a new dawn beckons. It’s name? The Community Shield.