The Dusseldorf Arena is effectively a football stadium set inside a cage; its facade all grey and grilled, the kind of place that, without Uefa’s tropical tournament branding, would not be worth shooting in colour.
It seemed, then, a fitting place for this England to play a quarter-final; a bland, restricted team still stuck within itself on return to the same Rhine-Ruhr footballing heartland through which somehow all of its campaign seemed to have crawled.
