New season. Same madness.

After a 24/25 campaign packed with late winners, managerial meltdowns, and plot twists, the Premier League is back; and they’re shinier, sharper, and even more savage than ever before. This isn’t just football. It’s a full-blown cultural movement. The pub’s your temple. The fixtures are your religion. And Belushi’s? That’s where it all kicks off. So whether you’re Arsenal and still dreaming, United and still rebuilding, or City and still hoarding trophies, strap in. Here’s what to expect from the 25/26 season:

Let’s not kid ourselves, Pep’s machine isn’t slowing down. But the chasing pack? They’re sharpening knives.

Arsenal look more complete than ever. They’ve added experience, upgraded their depth, and carried a new edge. Is this finally the season they go from nearly-men to Premier League champions? Meanwhile, Liverpool enter the unknown post-Klopp era, but if the new boss finds rhythm early, expect danger to brew fast at Anfield. Manchester United are at a crossroads. Massive spending and mounting pressure have made it crystal clear: this is “prove it or lose it” territory. As for Chelsea… they’ve done it again. Another transfer window, another full starting XI. Will it finally click? Don’t sleep on Spurs or Newcastle either, two fearless sides playing fast, front-foot football with no respect for the traditional order. Blink and you’ll miss it; this could be the tightest title scrap in years.

The Premier League doesn’t just deliver football. It delivers cinema. Liverpool’s Klopp-less identity is one of the league’s biggest question marks: can they stay elite without their cult figurehead? At United, Ten Hag may be on his last stand, and good vibes won’t save him if results don’t come. In North London, the “Angeball” revolution has Spurs fans dreaming again, but fun alone doesn’t fill the trophy cabinet. Arsenal’s Arteta, now deep into his project, must add silverware to justify the style. And then there’s Pep. Whispers are growing; could this be Guardiola’s final act in English football? Throw in the newly promoted teams who always seem to pull off one huge upset, often at the Emirates, and you’ve got all the ingredients for another drama-packed season.

Eyes up for the headline-makers. Starboys are incoming. Those big-money signings who are expected to light up the league. We’ll be shouting out names once the transfer dust settles, but best believe there’ll be fireworks. Then there’s the breakout ballers: the fearless 18-year-old who turns Premier League defenders into training cones by Christmas. When it comes to goals, Haaland’s still the final boss, but don’t sleep on Ollie Watkins, Alexander Isak, or a wildcard from overseas with Golden Boot dreams.

In the modern Prem, managers aren’t just coaches, they’re cult leaders, tactical philosophers, and headline machines. Expect more high lines, inverted full-backs, and goalkeepers auditioning for midfield roles. If your team isn’t pressing, passing, or playing three moves ahead, they’re already outdated. And with new faces in the dugout, chaos is guaranteed. The first defeat? Twitter explodes. Post-match quotes become memes. The circus rolls on.

Some games are more than games. They’re cultural events. Manchester United vs Liverpool remains the nastiest energy in English football. No love, no respect, just war. The North London Derby continues to deliver every time, pure football heritage. And then there’s Chelsea vs… well, anyone. They seem to hate everybody equally. These are the clashes that shape titles, top fours, and fan therapy sessions. Mark them in your calendar and clear your schedule; it’s about to get heated.

Staying up in the Prem is a season-long war. It’s not a sprint. It’s a bar fight in slow motion. The newly promoted sides usually bring heart and chaos but are vulnerable to the weekly grind. Mid-table veterans like Wolves, Palace, and Bournemouth will be sweating if the early form doesn’t come. One injury, one poor run, one morale collapse, that’s all it takes to drop into the blender. It’s not pretty, but it’s pure Premier League.

Forget the sofa. This season belongs in the pub, and Belushi’s is where the real matchday magic lives. It’s not just about watching the game. It’s about feeling it. Full sound. Massive screens. Cold pints. Game-day bites. Shirts clashing. Voices losing pitch. Pint glasses rattling as the ball hits the back of the net. Whether you’re belting out songs you don’t remember learning, hugging strangers, or debating VAR with your mates at halftime, this is football culture, in HD. And no one does it better than Belushi’s.

This season, don’t just watch the Premier League. Live it. Every match. Every roar. Every unforgettable pint. From the opening whistle to the final day drama, Belushi’s is your front row seat to the greatest league on earth. Grab your crew, wear your badge with pride, and get ready to ride the rollercoaster.