It crossed my mind, ever so briefly, that I might be spending my Sunday evening watching England in the final of the World Cup.
Wednesday’s semi-final was already into the last 10 minutes and England were about to reap the rewards of freezing in the headlights of Argentina. They were still 1-0 to the good when the daydream was pushed from my brain by the realisation that England weren’t just going to concede – they weren’t going to make it as far as extra time.
