Pub gardens are the kinds of places that come to life when A Big Sport Event happens. Rugby, football, cricket, it doesn’t matter what. And a good pub garden needs just the right amount of rowdiness. Right now, the ivy-clad Sun of Camberwell probably isn’t very rowdy. But add some old armchairs, point them towards a slightly too small screen, fill the place with beer and abandoned hot dogs, and punctuate the whole thing with screaming cheers… then you’d have the right amount of rowdy indeed. At least, that was the set-up on one sunny day in July last year. Specifically the day of England’s World Cup quarter-final against Sweden. I’m no football fan, but like most Londoners I was swept up in the collective excitement that it was possibly ‘coming home’. Which is how I found myself in the Sun’s garden, alongside the rest of Camberwell, Denmark Hill, Loughborough Junction, Walworth and probably Peckham too. It was packed. The barbecue was fired up. Hopeful Swedes embraced topless, sunburnt Brits. That’s the beauty of this little patch of Camberwell: behind those garden walls, the rest of the world melts away.