It was a rather stark and depressing warning when Calum Wilson did what he had been doing all match and darted to the front post, across the face of John Brooks, to divert a whipped cross past Brad Guzan and end England’s scoring.
If you were to cast your gaze across the remainder of the Wembley field, you would see several figures cutting rather dejected and disheartened shapes, such was the simplicity and predictability of the goal conceded.
The U.S. Men’s National Team, I am sure, both collectively and individually, had hoped for a better showing than the lacklustre one that they put in.