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Hereís the first guest blog from the World Cup Beer Sweepstake and it comes from one of my best mates, Lee (@Lee_B on twitter). Almost everything he says isnít repeatable when other people are around so thankfully heís managed to tone it down, apart from the single mention of ginger pubes.

When Mr Dredge pulled my name out of the bowl and partnered it with Portugal, I had mixed feelings. Sure, Portugal had an okay chance of winning, and the beer wouldnít be too hard to get hold of, but as far as I knew there wasnít anything exciting about Portugal. If Spain is the cool guy you invite to the party, then Portugal is his ugly younger brother, sitting with the cheese board on his lap watching other people mack on chicks.

Combine this with the fact that my knowledge of football teams stopped somewhere around the Liverpool Ď97 squad (come on McManaman!) and it becomes clear that maybe I wasnít the best guy to be given this country.

Still, I had signed up for the Beer Sweepstake and now I had to make the best of what I was given. A part of me also hoped that in searching out the beer I would discover more about Portugal, and maybe even fall in love with the place. So the search beganÖ

..and then it stopped pretty soon after. It turns out that the most popular beer in Portugal is Super Bock, and that the Oddbins situated 30 metres from my door stocked a ton of the stuff. This wasnít going to be a particularly epic beer quest after all.

After purchasing two bottles (and a cheeseburger from the McDonalds next door) I headed home to see if I could get more excited about the beer than I did about the country.

Pouring the beer into a glass I was struck by just how light it looked. Iíve had my fair share of pale ales but this looked more like water that had been sieved through some ginger pubes. But we donít drink beer with eyes do we? What matters is the taste so as I wrapped my moustachioed lips around the fizzing yellow concoction I hoped for the best.

Super Bock is an extremely hard beer to review. Itís one of those beers I can imagine people fall in love with when they are holidaying on the beach, but when revisited in the cold damp English weather they canít really remember what was so great about it. Itís not that is bad, on the contrary it is a perfectly adequate lager (and a lager is certainly what it is) but thatís all it is. Itís like someone read what lager was, and made some in the most mechanical way possible. There is no love, no passion, no life to it. I almost feel like I would prefer to hate it, because then it would have at least garnered some kind of reaction, but this is just another one of those tasteless beverages that football fans will be drinking in pubs all over the country.

So sadly Super Bock failed to endear me to the Portuguese way of life. If at the start of this article I seemed to be ignorant of any cultural impact Portugal has made then Iím afraid that remains unchanged after this mini beer adventure.

Still, I hope they win though - I could do with a yearís supply of beer. As long as there is no Super Bock mixed in there.

The image is from here.