England supporters could get used to this. The Lionesses face their second major final in as many years, with only Spain — albeit an exceptionally strong side — standing between them and sporting immortality.
What distinguishes this team from high-quality also-rans is one word: belief. No matter the game situation — a goal down, a woman down or penalty kicks — they find a way to claw themselves back into a position of strength. Regardless of Sunday’s result, that is the mentality of champions.
Injuries as well as the passage of time means that this is a different team from the one that lifted the UEFA European Women’s Championship. Much of the credit therefore must go to manager Sarina Wiegman, whose record speaks for itself.
Such is Wiegman’s success that it has sparked calls for her to be considered for the England men’s team. This may be well-meaning but it is also misguided, based on an assumption that men’s football represents a step up — a point rightly made by FA chief executive Mark Bullingham.
It seems greedy, only 13 months on from that afternoon at Wembley, to hope for yet greater triumphs. But such are the standards set by this England team that a country can’t help but dream. They’ve already brought football home. It would be awfully nice if they could do it again.
Farewell to a great
Some deaths spark a fall in the markets or an outpouring of grief. The passing of Sir Michael Parkinson, who has died at the age of 88, led to something far simpler: a moment of national appreciation.
The broadcaster may not have appeared on television in 15 years, while many of his most memorable interviews occurred in the Seventies. No matter. We all have a Parky memory: from the wit of Muhammad Ali, to the chaos of Rod Hull and Emu, or even the slight cringe of Meg Ryan. Through his talent and longevity, Sir Michael came to define the chat show. For that, and much else, we owe him our grateful thanks.
Early doors for final?
At last, the Liberal Democrats have reason to demand the recall of Parliament: to relax licensing laws for the World Cup final. Instead, the Government is writing to council leaders urging them to expedite licence applications to permit extended Sunday hours.
There’s nothing like a little local bureaucracy to whet the appetite for the biggest match many of us can remember. Wherever you’re watching it — and whatever you’re drinking — the sentiment is the same: come on England!
