It's Luke's birthday party (he's was nine yesterday, by some weird miraculous fast forwarding of time I think, how the fuck is he nine already?!) today, so I'll have the match on the big screen before the national starts, & have the joy of having at least nine blues in the house with me.
I've decided to invest in a crate of beer to join the first crate of beer in the fridge, & consuming that in rapid fashion (as soon as I've finished prepping the house & food) will be my mental preparation!
What a coincidence! My youngest brother is having a bluenose heavy Grand National party too, which will be made even more annoying because his two sons are both training with Everton now.
I will be sure to remind him that 95% of under 10 youth players attached to Premiership clubs never make it past schoolboy forms, and also that one of his sons is probably gay.
Obviously I'm not going, because I live in Surrey and he lives in Liverpool, but maybe I could Skype the fat headed cunt