Rinse and repeat

I'll confess it. After watching 85 minutes of that, I wanted us to lose. When Rice took the ball and inadvertently rounded Pickford, I daydreamed of him just smashing it into his own goal, making the aeroplane arms and running straight down the tunnel and onto the first EasyJet. Absolute dogshit. I know I should be better, cheer on the three lions and all that, but I just don't want us to do it like this.

We  (/Southgate) are (/is) so lucky we have a player of the calibre of Bellingham, because nothing (from the limited pot of things tried) was going to work tonight.

We all spent the second half looking at the bench, expecting action, but only seeing the perfectly pressed zipper top, clad by it's paralysis-personified-politics-puppet.

Once we'd grabbed the last gasp equaliser, there was of course only going to be one winner. Momentum is a real thing. But even then, we did give them a shout, with defensive minded substitutions, to really hammer home the smash-and-grab vibe that we are rocking.

And so on we go. Wait to hear about how all the subs have tired themselves out, and haven't had many minutes in their legs lately, and thus we must go unchanged into the Switzerland game. Maybe it's coming home, but it's reeking of piss and has got kebab meat all down it's zipper top.