What happened here, exactly? England, absurdly, are in another semi-final, their third in four tournaments under Gareth Southgate. Does it feel good? Kind of. A bit. Maybe not. It depends which part of this weird, gruelling, unexpectedly joyful evening in the green fringes of Düsseldorf you choose to focus on.
There will be time, so much time, to delve into the agonies, the vagueness, the sense of a team spending 120 minutes trying to put on a jumper, realising it’s back to front, then realising it doesn’t have any arms, then realising it’s actually an ironing board cover. The good parts first.
