What was the matter with those commentators in the first 45? As England ponced around, passing backwards, not winning corners, only got one proper cross into the box, no defence splitting passes – and looking like a JD team on a particularly bad day – they were purring with delight.
I marvelled at what rubbish was making them so gushing and effusive.
Of course, when Serbia bothered to turn up in the second 45 – the deficiencies which most Scunny fans would recognise instantly – became the order of the day.
I asked Mrs Lesgeo to judge the game on points as a boxing judge might – and she gave Serbia the nod.
