Wayne's eyebrows shot up into his hairline, and he signalled for another Guinness. This called for more alcohol.
"I can't argue with that kind of logic," Wayne allowed. "If you want to know a secret," he leaned in, "I mostly just support Caerphilly, then Holyhead in a pinch. If I ever supported an English team, my family would disown me."
Beer. Fantastic.
As Wayne took a drink, it occurred to him that it might be a bad idea, hitting on a guy who was so obviously hammered. But 'might' and tuppence didn't get you on the bus.
"So I guess we'll have to wait til November to see my team thoroughly dominate your team, then," he said primly, before smiling, winking, and taking another drink.