Amid the weary legs and errant passes of Senegal’s defeat, the Crystal Palace star delivered his finest performance for England yet. The beer cups remain unsullied. Tabloid editors have yet to decide which vegetable will best complement his visage in Photoshop. Helicopters are not yet on standby for aerial shots of his home. We are probably at least two losses away from our first World War Two-themed cover. But maybe, in hindsight, this was the week Thomas Tuchel truly became the England manager. The night he finally felt the burden of the role. Finally saw the vast challenges of a position where all losses are disgraces, where the default state is constant criticism, and where every choice inevitably disappoints someone, somewhere.
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