On Sunday morning the nation woke with a feeling that we could do it. We could beat Germany, put in a performance and finally look like a proper football team. As it was we got to watch a bizarro re-enactment of the 1966 World Cup Final. There was the goal that never was (which was way over the line, unlike the 1966 one), the poor performance from a West Ham centre back (unlike that of Bobby Moore in 1966) and the resolute sticking with the number one striker (unlike 1966, when Hurst replaced Greaves).

But no one performed for England during the entire tournament. Milner’s cross and Defoe’s positioning for the goal against Slovenia was the highlight. Bread and butter stuff that should have happened several times a game. Neither showed any promise again. Capello took off strikers, missed the chance to add height and speed early on and showed a lack of tactical imagination and defensive discipline. He has to go. Roy ‘Woy’ Hodgson looks the best bet. We should grab him now before someone else does. We may need a new defensive coach as well.

In other news, I have been spending my week sweating in the streets of Soho on the way to thankfully air-conditioned radio studios to promote the paperback of We’re British, Innit. You should be able to catch me in some regions around the UK tomorrow. No doubt the debate about a new England manager will still be going on then.