We’re on our way
My brother and I have just got off the phone, we have worked out the visa system and have looked into hotels and flights. Problem is I’m talking about the Final, he is talking about the Semi, and to do that I have to seriously ditch some long planned work stuff this week. We will see.
Today’s game was as I had hoped more straight forward than the Colombia game, and was like watching a Premier League match at times. We always looked better, and should have long put the game to bed, Sterling culpable but he was a constant handful for the Swedish defence.
We dominated after Alli’s second, and we all could afford to relax in the boozer I was in, with the place bursting into ‘It’s Coming Home’ at regular intervals.
I’m loving the back three and Jordan Pickford, but I worry that France and Belgium will waltz through our defence. Despite our dominance Pickford still had to make three excellent saves.
Still, that’s for another day. Croatia await, technically a lot better than Russia, but they found some cracks. Russia may have been easier in paper, but we’d also be playing a nation. England fans can make a lot of noise on Wednesday to level the playing field in a game that again could resemble a Premier League tie.
I found myself in New York this morning. As you do. I had to re-book some flights to make sure I could see the whole game as I was meant to be here later. Off into the Big Apple evening now to celebrate.
What a great day to be an Englishman in New York. It is coming home.