For me, the past 20+ years, following, listening to or watching the Millers has usually meant an alarm clock set for 6:45am (sometimes 3:45am), sitting alone on a sofa with a bowl of Weetabix, a laptop and one or more cups of tea.

However, on a couple of occasions it has taken a weird turn. It happened at 3pm on a Saturday afternoon, surrounded by thousands of people wearing red and white and yelling at the top of their voice in a place known as NYS. A random place if ever their was one for watching football.