Well, what can you say about this game that won't be covered extensively, and exhaustively, by the English media? England were abject and turgid, yet somehow survived to play another game. Watching the England performances in the Euros is an ordeal - taking me to an emotion somehow beyond anger and despair, an almost serene acceptance of how bad we are. There is a heaviness in how we play, and watching us play, that reminds me of how I feel when my blood pressure or blood sugar level is spiking. Pre-tournament favorites? What a joke.
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