Well that’s it, all over. Until the 2026 World Cup, when we fans and commentators will get carried away again – deluded, frustrated, elated, potty.
I have enjoyed watching the faces of the players these last few weeks, especially when the final whistle blows. For 90-odd minutes they have been determined, serious automatons showing no weakness – then suddenly they collapse, in ecstasy or despair. All human emotions are there.
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