It went to Rome.

England lost the EURO 2020 final on penalties. I have nothing else to say about the game. But I do have lots to say.

It’s very quiet around here. At least I think it’s quiet. My hearing has decided to switch to low power and the volume had been turned down. If I had the manual I’d try and fix it. I can get by, but I know something is wrong. This isn’t a calm before or after a storm. We were on the brink of euphoria and trepidation at the same time. The county had no idea what to do if we won. Cheering and drinking would happen, but then what? The Queen would hand out a few medals, and politicians would jump on the band wagon. But that’s not it. If we had won and football came home what would we do next?

I don’t like writing and leaving questions hanging. What it is is lazy on my part. Anyone can ask questions. And if I’m the one asking them, I should at least have a go at answering them.

Even at the best of times, noone really knows what’s going to happen. You can predict it, or you could try an orchestrate it, but life is complicated. Or you could sfir up chaos, watch safely from the high ground and hope to profit from it. That’s where we are now.

For a few days, the country (England) were all behind the team. Normally people were anyway. That includes the people who only take an interest in soccer during major tournaments. I have no problem with that. Probably because I’m one of them now. To be honest, I’m not that heavily invested, but that can’t explain the mood I feel now.

It’s clear that we’ll not find out whar happens when we win a major title. There’s no way England will win World Cup 2022, so EURO 2024 will be the next shot at a championship. What happened and will happen in the next few days, months, and years will be interesting, but I doubt much will change. There reason for that is that the the people in charge are the ones in control of the chaos. And I fear that their reaction to any positive change in the country will be more chaos.