
I’ll have my cake and I’ll eat itย
It was all very tongue-in-cheek, maybe even self-deprecating, but still, it stuck in your craw, made you choke on your pre-game snack of choice. Because you knew that, deep down, England, its players, its fans, its media, secretly believe they can win it.
Despite a horrendous recent record in major finals, a tyro manager, and a squad largely untested on the biggest stage, our near-neighbours are in the midst of their biannual bout of delusion, thinking big, dreaming of international glory.
Meanwhile, with no team of our own to shout for, we adopt a familiar stance, an anti-England one, cheering each and every one of their opponents till they bow out on penalties in the second round. Because nothing would be worse than seeing that BBC spoof become a reality, would it? Life would become unbearable, weโd have to boycott the Beeb and all other forms of British media for at least the next decade, ban all flights to and from the home of the new world champions, and take a fervent pro-Brexit stance just to be shot of them.
But would it really be that bad?
Would it be so terrible to see a team of Premier League players from Tottenham, Liverpool, and Manchester United win the biggest prize of them all? Personally Iโd quite like to see it happen, it would be hypocritical of me to suggest otherwise. After all, how can I spend nine months of the year willing Jesse Lingard, Marcus Rashford et al to do the business for United, and then heckle their every move when they take to the field for England?
Frankly, if youโre a dedicated fan of a Premier League team, if you buy the jerseys, if you spend hundreds of euro traveling over to games, then you should be supporting England in this World Cup.
You should be able to set aside petty jingoism, historical enmities and recognise the benefits, not just for the players of the club you support, but for the English game in general. Because, like it or not, the stronger Englandโs national team is the more it impacts positively on your club of choice. Iโm not suggesting you pop into Lifestyle and prove your affiliation by putting Three Lions on your chest, but quietly murmuring your appreciation as Harry Kane bangs in another penalty is perfectly acceptable, as is whispering, โgood for them,โ if they somehow beat Germany in the quarter-finals.
There will, undoubtedly, be some who share my opinion; covert anglophiles who canโt bear to root against their weekly heroes.
But Iโm not kidding myself, I know that, for the vast majority of Irish people, every England game is a potential World Cup highlight, an opportunity to see them fall flat on their face. People who donโt really follow football, who take but a passing interest in the game, are usually the most afflicted; sneering in displeasure as Garethโs boys hit six, grumbling, โitโs only Panama,โ as Lineker and the lads get all giddy.
Those people are fine, they have an innate hatred of everything English, probably donโt drink English beer, eat English biscuits. But if you canโt see the irony in supporting Belgium tonight while your newly-purchased Arsenal jersey hangs on the line, then youโve got a bit of a problem.
You canโt have your cake and eat it. You canโt profess your love for an English club on the one hand, while simultaneously denouncing its national side on the other. Thatโs just being pig-headed and narrow-minded.
Thatโs why local fans of those clubs you adore, Mancunians, Liverpudlians, and Londoners, detest many of those who cross the Irish Sea to watch their teams.
Itโs also why they reserve special hatred for those who unveil tricolours bearing the name of tinpot Irish towns during games, games involving two English teams, being played on English soil, in an English league.