I feel the pain of defeat
It was the summer of 2010,
and I was on holiday from the Netherlands in Spain when the World Cup final
taking place in South Africa became the focus of my day. I was in my Oranje
(Orange) strip, found a friendly Dutch pub and gathered with fellow supporters
to cheer our team.
Alas! The game did
not go our way and I was marooned on an island of jollity, many of us Dutch
visitors crestfallen and disappointed as the Spanish celebrated through the
night. My lonely walk back to my hotel, a lesson in the cloak of defeat.
More expectation than
presentation
Whilst I have been
quite happy with the progress of England through the belated Euro 2020
tournament, I have tempered excitement with much realism. No game was won until
the final whistle was blown, though I only watched the last 10 minutes between
England and Germany, and we exorcised the demon on our backs.
In supporting Nigeria
and England, the level of anxiety is just too high for me to watch a live match,
for the semi-final and the final, I followed the match slightly distracted on
the BBC live reporting text webpage, giving it a glance every few minutes and
hoping for the best.
Better luck next time
If anything, I have
never been caught or enamoured by football nationalism or jingoism, each game
had to be played on the field in the heat of the moment by the team eking out a
clear win or they are left at the mercy of penalty kicks in which we have had
very little luck.
That England got to
the final was a commendable surprise, but they were to meet a formidable opponent,
the statistics of the game suggests Italy had the most possession for little
reward. I dared wish there would be a celebratory outcome, but it would not
have mattered apart from my joining in the euphoria of the many.
There would be
analyses and commentary regarding England’s performance, but the game is over.
There are aspects of managerial leadership that should be up for learning
lessons, Gareth Southgate, did a good job of preparing the team for the
challenges they faced. I literally sat this tournament out like my 7-month self
in 1966 when we won the World Cup. Better luck next time.
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