It’s one-one after extra time, 3-2 the final score.
“England go out on penalties” – you’ve heard that one before.
We’ve cancelled social distance and we’ve purged ourselves of zoom
but it’s one more night of failure, say the connoisseurs of gloom.
But then, they always failed to see how much this team got right,
the talent we should celebrate, the snapshots of delight.
The finest side in Europe were taken to the line
by Gareth’s lovely, likely lads who’ve made our summer shine.
They had the luck that good teams need. The teams they didn’t play
- France, Belgium, Portugal and Spain - the draw worked out their way.
The chance that Muller didn’t take, the save that Schmeichel spilled…
but England were worth watching, quick moving and well drilled.
They worked and ran their socks off, they bought into the dream,
kids, veterans and back-room staff who know they’re all one team.
Outside their training bubble there’s a world of doubt and hate
but they’ve a common purpose: play on, and concentrate.
And at the centre, Gareth, immaculately sane,
selections and formations, buzzing through his brain.
Forget the commentators fixated on the past;
he’s heading for a future that’s skilful, bright and fast.
But it’s not just the tactics. For all the cunning plans
we are in this together, he shares it with the fans.
Some booed the German anthem and some spat at the Danes
but Gareth’s a believer that our decency remains.
We make it to the final: a brilliant, perfect start
where Shaw’s half-volley’s hit so sweet it almost breaks your heart.
Mancini’s looking restless. Is he maybe sensing doubt
as England block his every move and see the first half out?
The second half is different, a long night of the soul,
and is that early masterpiece our only shot on goal?
Italian waves of pressure are a constant, mounting threat
when a pinball goes from save to post, is bundled in the net.
But still. The lessons have been learned. The Danes had gone ahead
but we fought back to equalise. This game’s not put to bed.
It’s extra time, we’ve got a bench with energy to burn
so does this endless script possess one last dramatic turn?
The spotlight of the penalties is the cruellest kind of sport.
Which names go down in history as the ones who came up short?
Rashford and Sancho brought on late so they can do their stuff.
A last ditch-save from Pickford, but it’s not quite enough.
He moves among the broken hearts, his loyal, fine young men.
“I know the way you feel,” he says, and Gareth’s right – again.
You can come back from failure, you can inspire the crowd
and they deserve our gratitude because they made us proud.