When Saturday comes, I select the beer of the day, a Porter from O/O in Göteborg. On the can is Göteborg Harbor at dusk, cranes and dockyards against the evening light — my hometown.
This Porter carries depth, roasted character, and structure, and it tastes best at three o’clock UK time, because that’s kickoff in English football.
Today it’s Millwall away at Sheffield — my Millwall, a club shaped by shipbuilders and warehouse workers, a working-class identity forged by the Thames, built on loyalty and grit.
