It’s a lonely place on the fringes of the Green Army
IT’S a very lonely place here outside the Boys in Green fanzone. I’m with them, of course, just not fervently enough.
I did not weep like a babe when we made it through to the last 16. I did not feel my heart break, mend again, then burst into pieces with unfettered joy during the game against Italy. I did not, to my shame, even watch it.





