And so the story continues, with the ending a tedious, nay tortuous, repetition of history, a history that never ceases to sadden those of us who like to try and be optimistic. Last night, optimism died.
So let's look at the positives. Hmmmm.
I heard Henry Winter on the radio, sports writer for the Telegraph, and he introduced a new concept that made sense. The question asked of him was why is England not as good at passing and keeping the ball as everyone else. His answer was that, some years ago, the FA decided to spend money on rebuilding Wembley. They decided they wanted to create a fantastic stage on which the footballing players could perform, rather than investing in the actors who perform on that stage, which would have been things like skill schools for children. Apparently, we are doing these skill schools now and we now just have to wait 15 years or so for the benefits to show in our young players.
So, there you have it. England are just not technical enough, we know that, and are starting to do something about it, so just be patient.
I hope this is true. I actually rather enjoyed our performances in the initial games, but last night all that enjoyment evaporated and I was back to that gut-wrenching feeling that our team is just not good enough, which is a very hard pill to swallow.
On lighter news, we have a fantastic weekend with Brad and Angelina. Fantastic time, fantastic food and fantastic company, marred only by the absence of Cherry Madeira. We are also in the process or arranging a course fishing day for Brad and me, and a wider sea fishing trip with David and associated Maggots too, the latter once we have cleared the idea of Maggots going out sea fishing in a boat with our beloveds.