In the late nineties I used to work at the University of Sussex and would pop up there on a Friday lunch time if the weather was good.
Seem to recall from the planning application days he'd been there for years so I assume it was him at the helm then. It was a good boozer and much better than...
I think the vocal cricket bat wielding chap died and left the pub to his daughter who didn't share her fathers views about football fans and has welcomed them with open arms.