Oh, you young whipper-snapper, you. In my day pubs weren't open in the afternoons although you could take your kerry-oot (before there were carry-outs, FifeSon) to the game with you.
And the "one game on the radio" (or wireless/transistor) was only second-half commentary and the match being covered wasn't revealed until half-time, although you could usually guess from which particular sectarian chanting you could hear in the background.
Pubs had no televisions and did not allow women entry except to the snug. On the downside they sold Watney's bloody Draught Red Barrel.