Ho hum. This column has touched before on sport’s propensity to be sidetracked by events which have little or nothing to do with the events taking place inside the white lines, or whatever the equivalent parameters may be in the various codes that demand our attention, and here we are again.
Roy Hodgson or Harry Redknapp? Sober tactician or wise-cracking rabble-rouser? Cosmopolitan technocrat or salt-of-the-earth motivator? The question is largely irrelevant, or certainly less important than the far bigger issue of why on earth England found themselves in the position of appointing a manager six weeks before a major tournament.