Today, the pubs finally reopen, allowing customers to once again enjoy the glorious past time of whiling away the hours reclining in a beer garden. Sure, it's probably going to snow - but that's what jackets are for, so stop your shivering and enjoy that over-priced trendy cocktail!
Most football fans would like nothing more than to have a pint with their club's manager - letting them know exactly what they've got wrong, and how, with years of experience playing Football Manager, their insight could be of real use to the club's ongoing development.
While that's probably not going to happen any time soon, the question still remains: what would every Premier League manager choose as their first drink once the pubs re-open?
And so, we throw open the doors of the NationalWorld Arms, and merrily welcome in all twenty Premier League managers to responsibly enjoy a tipple or two in a socially distanced environment. Join us, as a fly on the wall, as we find out what drinks they order, and how the invitation-only evening will unfold...
1. Roy Hodgson - Crystal Palace
The Eagles boss is first through the door, and places a crisp five pound note down with the simple demand of: "Baileys. Double. On the rocks." Roy settles down in an armchair in-front of the outdoor fireplace, drapes himself in a shawl, and stares into the flames, still visibly haunted by Iceland '16.
2. Scott Parker - Fulham
With a roar of "Oi oi! Lads! Lads! Lads!" Scott Parker bounces into the beer garden, flanked by pumped-up pair Joe Bryan and Alfie Mawson. Three fluorescent blue WKDs are dispatched in a matter of seconds, and then they're off to the next pub in the blink of an eye.
Photo: CLIVE BRUNSKILL
3. Sean Dyche - Burnley
The NW Arms bar staff live in constant fearing of working on of one Dyche's infamous monthly 'Curry 'n' Chaos' nights out with club mascot Bertie the Bee. "Two yards of Snakebite, Jager Bomb chasers," Dyche growls menacingly. He means business, that's for sure.
Photo: JON SUPER
4. Ole Gunnar Solskjaer - Man Utd
"ID, mate. You got any ID?" The baby-faced assassin pays the price for his cherubic complexion and is denied service! An attempt to get Mike Phelan to purchase him a pint along with a carvery meal backfires, as the assistant coolly pockets Ole's tenner, and calmly ignores his increasingly desperate protestations.
Photo: TIM KEETON