Nothing screams “British summer” like a World Cup match that starts at three in the afternoon. You know the drill: you’ve just finished your beans on toast, settled into the sofa, and wham—the whistle blows and you’re already yawning. It's the only time in life where you’ll hear a grown man scream “COME ON, ENGLAND!” while simultaneously reaching for a biscuit to dunk in his third cup of tea.
But here’s the surprising fact: that 3 PM kick-off is actually a blessing in disguise. In Brazil, the same match kicks off at 11 AM local time, meaning fans there are still drunk from the night before. Suddenly, our “afternoon” looks like a sensible, sober affair—unless you’ve already cracked open a cider at lunch, which you absolutely have.
