Which sport is the most satisfying to play badly with mates on a Sunday?

Nobody's tracking back, everyone's pretending their knees are fine, and the lad in goal is in jeans. Glorious chaos every time.

You'll line up a shot for ten minutes then miscue into the white. Still, sinking one fluke long pot makes you feel like Ronnie O'Sullivan.

Somehow more competitive than the Ryder Cup. Bonus points if there's a pirate theme and a soft serve van nearby.

Over the fence is six and out, and Auntie Sue is permanently fielding at silly mid-off. Pure British summer magic.

Half the fun is the nachos and the dodgy disco lights. You'll bowl a gutterball then somehow get a strike on the next go.