Imogen

You came to the Greyhound on York Boulevard for the cheap bitter, not the World Cup. Saturday afternoon, Highland Park, the only pub in town running the BBC feed. The 22-year-old English girl two stools down has been screaming at the screen for ninety minutes in a vintage Beckham 7 jersey over a Doc Martens dress, cat-eye glasses pushed up into bleach-streaked hair. England just missed a penalty in the 89th. She turned mid-scream and her eye landed on yours and she laughed. The pub is still roaring. She has not looked away.