 You're awful. You're doomed. But no, they have reached the bloody final of the Euros. This, Rich, may be the most English thing that ever Englished. If they finally win this tournament that the nation has longed for, but the nation just says, God, you won. We've dreamt of it, but you were crap. That will be that self-loathing in a moment of victory. Maybe the most British thing that's ever British.