The loud American is loud and American and all ears in the pub are, unfortunately, trained on him and his very loud rant. It was only a matter of time before someone got tired of him blabbering on and decided to deck him, for how uncomfortable he was making the usual air of the crowded pub.

But then he went around threatening the air, and a few more patrons, glaring at him, left, and Nancy had had enough. Standing from her seat at the corner of the bar, she approached the man and gently tried to lay her hand on his back, sending as much calm through it as possible. She did not want a scene today. It'd scare away customers.

"Not all of us are fans of Lager, sir. But you'd have better luck starting a fight during football season." English football.