Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. What on earth was that all about? I make no secret of the fact that I'm Scottish, but I have lived in England for well over half my lifetime so far, and think I have finally reached a point where I can watch an England game without fervently wanting them to lose, but I found this game hugely entertaining.
Not because of the result, because I find it sad, even chilling, that football in these islands has fallen behind the rest of the world to such an extent that not one of the five countries attempting to do so has qualified. But because of (a) the high quality of much of the Croatia team's ball skills and (b) the belated recognition south of Hadrian's wall, and east of Offa's Dyke, that the England international team is not remotely as good as the endless hype would have it.