World Cup agony has become a distant memory

THE dream is over, another World Cup in the bin. This was meant to be our tournament, finally returning the Jules Rimet trophy to these shores a mere 60 years after we first claimed it. As a cocky kid, I confidently proclaimed that England would never win a major trophy in my lifetime, words that may come back to haunt me if they don't get on with it soon.

As the stuttering campaign reached fever pitch, due to a poorly timed show business engagement I unfortunately found myself watching the semi-final on my own on a laptop in a dressing room, serendipitously in the beautiful city of...

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