nights like this are special times like these are rare savour ev’ry moment when you know you’re there you can call it fortune who cares what they say when that moment happens failure falls away and if this is really it if this is our time we’ll remember where we were til the day we […]

Messi’s baptised boy* sees La Roja through in style with a mighty strike

watching England’s tricky wherever you stand given we’re consistently ever-moaning fans drowned in mediocrity drained until we cry put through ev’ry wringer then hung out to dry worn out with emotion clinging on somehow this is how it’s always felt watching us til now once I used to dread them loathe them like the plague […]

when England take on Switzerland who cares if we still have no plan there are no dreaded warning signs we’ve played them twenty seven times how could we ever be undone we haven’t lost since ‘81 a well-trained dog is all we need to teach us how to hold a lead so let’s relax it […]

exhausted watching you again all through the years in sun and rain from giant screens to my front room with no-one else to share the gloom the hope that never disappears the sheer frustration and the tears the last few kicks in all those games when we were knocked out once again as we watched […]