IT WAS a spot of Back to the Future this week, with the pub in question, The Feathers, having recently reverted from its interim name the Cap ‘n’ Gown.

My pint of Peroni in hand, I settled in to watch the second half of the Chelsea/Liverpool match on Sunday afternoon, surrounded by a rowdy bunch.

The boozer, in The Tything, was reopened earlier this year by new owners Bar 45 Worcester Ltd.

The venue was put up for sale in March after landlord Ted Marshall closed the doors to move on and run The New Inn in Shrawley.

The pub is small but was clearly thriving and lively: men and women of all ages were in there for the match, as well as a small dog who was eating from a bag of Walkers crisps on the floor.

The football was fairly run-of-the-mill, from what I saw, Frank Lampard’s Chelsea were fairly uninspiring, except for a decent solo effort by N’Golo Kanté late on, though they lost 2-1.

But Liverpool’s Virgil van Dijk is simply something else.

From outside, the pub looks very traditional, though the inside has a much more modern feel with silver chair cushions and a sleek bar. Posters promise live bands and pub quizzes.

The cubicle door of the men’s toilets is a huge image of Megan Fox.

As I sat back down in the bar I thought about what has happened to Megan Fox’s film career these days, I can’t remember her being in anything of late.

I wonder who is on the toilet door in the women’s?

Then, as I watched van Dijk marshalling the Liverpool backline, I wondered what would happen if he was cloned and an entire team of him was created. A message came up on the screen saying: “Your Sky box is about to go into standby mode”.

This led to the classic ‘men at the bar’ jeering banter while the bar staff found the remote and rescued things.

There’s a smoking area of sorts outside the pub, with tables lined up alongside the front looking out over The Tything.

It got quite loud with cars whizzing by but it’s ideally located, not far from Cellar Bar and the train station.

Perfect for a pub crawl before heading back to the centre.

Inside, the little dog was laid on the floor, starting to doze off, maybe because he was bored of the football, or maybe the 70s Art Deco carpet was sending him into a trance. There’s something very welcoming about The Feathers.

It clearly is popular amongst families, there was a child in there who I think owned the dog. But it is also still finding its feet.

The toilets look flawless: like a room in a perfect boutique hotel.

There are three TV screens, but maybe it was the lack of space and difficulty getting to the bar.

It’s a pub, a bar, a boutique hotel but in a space big enough for a little gift shop: something of a mismatch but a friendly and intriguing one.

Definitely a perfect spot to hang out with friends and watch the football on the weekend. Walking back home it began to rain and I realised Saturday’s scorching sun was clearly the last day of good weather.