It was like watching Steven Gerrard’s slip at Anfield all over again. After a few beers in the bar we started to make our way back to our hostel. It took a bit longer than expected and we had to ask for directions a few times.
Then came the moment a drunken james got defeated by the pavement and fell head first onto the road with a crash. I along with some Brazilians laughed but we didn’t need to be concerned because the alcohol seemed to have dulled the pain.