 that they could win. England has dreamed of winning a men's tournament, again, since 1966. They could win a tournament on Sunday. Each game they played, the English media has destroyed them. Said, yeah, you won, but you were bloody terrible. This could be the most English thing of all time. They could finally win and moan and wallow in their own self-loathing, even in their moment of glory, which is probably the most English thing that's ever English.