Being a fan of the English national football team can be a difficult occupation at the best of times. Not only must the Wembley faithful tolerate rendition after rendition of “The Great Escape” being parped out by the notoriously awful England Supporters Band at every home game, but once every two years they’re forced to set sail for foreign shores to endure an equally sub-par tournament performance.
It’s a cycle that can feel endless. An easy passage through qualification, followed by mild optimism, followed by utter disappointment on the big stage at the earliest possible moment, all soundtracked by that never-ending brass drone.