An all-English final

I was happily sitting on the computer minding my own business when Angelo (sitting on his balcony in Holland) pointed out that the Champions League final had started. I told Michael, who quickly grabbed his coat and was out the door before I could say Arsenal.
We found a bar, with a TV and ordered a jarra of cerveza. The whole of the street was filled with people watching the game. One jarra turned into two, and two turned into four.
Thanks Angelo.