It’s early Saturday evening and Burton Albion have just beaten Mansfield Town at the Pirelli. The sunshine is pouring over the beer garden at The Devonshire Arms, where I’m soaking up the atmosphere and waiting for landlady Nicki Stout to finish cooking my dinner on the BBQ Shack. My wife returns from the bar, navigating through a crowd of jubilant football fans. She’s holding two drinks, a Coke and a pint of Bass. No prizes for guessing which one’s mine.
