So, suspension of reality, bear with me: It’s the final, England v Argentina. Prince William is there, Becks is there, Mrs Becks is there, pouting away with as many mini Beckhams as she can squeeze in, wearing her latest creations.
England win 5 - 0. The country erupts. Jude scored a hat trick, Harry got the other two. Keir Starmer declares the next day a public holiday. It’s coming home.
Cut to the manager: So can you sum up how you feel, after this amazing achievement? Sixty years of hurt, wiped out in 90 breathtaking minutes?
Manager: Yes. I can. Diappointed. We should have got seven at least. They need to play better.