We arrive just before the start of the game and the bar, which has several sections and an abundance of TV screens, is already packed full. Service is swift considering the crowds and a pint of Henieken just €3, which for evening trade in this area is reasonable.
The atmosphere is lively, with tourists bonding over beer and the game, and enhanced by bursts of singing and chanting. The bar's balcony has plenty of breeze plus the warm smell of a BBQ that has been erected to serve burgers to the fans.
England's goal sends an euphoric ripple through the venue and the celebrations continue long after full time and into the night, providing a memorable Euro experience.
On our way home, we decide that it would be great fun to stop off and go paddling in the sea, which neatly brings me to another of my small nuggets of advice.
On arrival at the beach, if you happen to be wearing black flip flops, remove them and hold them in your hand. Do not, any under circumstances, leave them on the sand. Why? Because the sand is also quite black at 2am. And when you come out of the water, your flip flops are nowhere to be seen. Gone. Completely disappeared.
If only I had followed in Wayne Rooney's bright green footsteps.
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