The run to the Euro 2020 final is not a sporting miracle or an underdog story. But this team do seem to offer a model of something, of leadership, of merit rewarded, of finding ways to let go of the past
And you may find yourself living in a place of songs and celebration. You may find yourself watching a team of cloudless, likable young people having the time of their lives, in a country that has felt for the last year like some vital element of joy has been lost, but which right now just wants to bask in the light and sing please, please, please don’t take me home.
You may find yourself watching England in a tournament final, led by a decent, admirable man who talk about values and fairness, who understands the value of the staggered defensive pivot, but who also looks as if he might be willing to show you how to make gingerbread or clear your guttering with a broom handle. And you may say to yourself – as would be entirely reasonable – well, how did we get here?
