by christmasborocooper Thu Sep 04, 2008 11:35 am
As the cold, dead hand of the international break slaps us hard across the face, this is usually the time we go into a default England mentality, look at the two games and say, 'We should beat these countries easily shouldn't we?' We always say that. We've said it for decades. Maybe that's all changed now though.
For as long as I've been alive, most England fans thought, and in the early years with some justification, England ruled football. Let me tell you people, if you weren't there, it was bloody great.
We would routinely thrash half-assed sides from places we had never heard of and could never hope to go to. And we could beat really good sides too. Regularly. For a few years we were great. We were well organised and had a confidence on the ball that would be priceless today. We had given the world football and we were the Kings.
It didn't last long really - it was pretty much all over by the time Gerd Muller put the third goal in from one inch in the Mexico 1970 World Cup. That's when the belief in our greatness and superiority started to rot.
It went through some death convulsions in the 70s but we hung on to the idea that it was all just a blip and one day we would be great again. We still routinely thrashed countries like Malta or Luxembourg 9-0 but couldn't beat the big boys regularly anymore. We failed to qualify for every tournament.
We thought it might be different in the 80s and 90s as a whole crop of brilliant, skilful players such as Barnes, Waddle and Beardsley came through. But it was a false dawn as our leaden-footed, clunky up-and-at-them defenders found it harder and harder to cope with pace and movement off the ball. Shedding blood and belting out the national anthem, it turned out, was far from enough (Our addiction to lunk headed centre-halves short on skill but big on throwing their broken bodies around and being 'paSsionate' remains tragically intact.)
Football moved on and left England lying in the gutter, puking its guts up after a night on the drink, wondering where the good times went.
The corpse of the culture of the 'great and superior' England twitched once again in 1990 and 1996 but it was merely death throes. It's taken 38 years to die but as we approach a new World Cup qualifying competition, it feels like that England as we have known them are finally dead. We all know now. England are not great, not even good, we are average. We should embrace it.
For too many years we were all little Englanders. It was how we'd been raised by a war-time generation who had their lives decimated by the Nazis. You hung on to national pride to get you through six bloody awful years. Six years that today we can't quite comprehend.
Death's spectre haunted everyone's life and the threat of invasion very real - not by today's so-called 'flood' of Polish cleaners or Romanian cabbage pickers but by ruthless, vicious killers. You had to cling on to something just to stay related to sanity so you believed in our greatness. It's taken us a long time to get that out of our collective psyche and indeed, it must be a mindset that many still have; they buy the Daily Mail and are unhappy.
It's this sense of 'we should be great' and have 'lost' greatness that has affected our expectations and demands of the national football side for so long. Somewhere in our DNA we feel cheated, deprived of our rightful inheritance when England fails to achieve anything at all. It's a hangover from the days of Empire and the days of Bobby, Bally, Bobby and Nobby.
That feeling has been slow to go but in 2008 I finally feel that it is going, going, almost gone.
A couple of years ago it was still possible to hear people on phone-ins and in the bars and clubs saying 'we should be beating them - and it didn't matter who them was - easily'. As though our superiority is innate, it was merely these set of players or the manager that is letting us down; failing to live up to our greatness. That was supposed to be Sven's crime. Turn's out, as many of us knew at the time, he was over-achieving, not under-achieving with England.
Opinion seems roughly split on whether we'll qualify for the next tournament, certainly no-one will be surprised if we don't. We are less clear as to how and why we aren't as good as small countries like Portugal or Holland but we have finally accepted that we are not and it isn't likely to change any time soon.
Let's not delude ourselves about this World Cup group. Andorra apart, it will be very hard for us. Only the winner qualifies automatically, the second-place side has to face a play-off game. We have to travel as far as it's possible to travel in a European group - to Belarus, Kazakhstan and Ukraine. We don't travel well and find it hard to break down what are usually well-organised, defensive-minded sides. Dropping points in all these games would be no surprise.
At Wembley we look awkward, uncomfortable and nervous beyond belief. Defeat in Croatia next week could easily mean in effect we're fighting for second place already. England players can't handle pressure; they're too emotional, too wound up in their own reputations, too insecure about their own technique, too inflexible, and too afraid of defeat. We know all of this now. We expect it even.
It doesn't take much success to get the country into a sporting ferment; even about rowing! We might crave it too much but at last we no longer expect it from our footballers. People who say England fans think they've got some divine right to beat anyone and to qualify for everything are outmoded today. Almost no-one feels like that any more.
And you know, that is actually progress of a sort. England fans have been lied to by press and players and they have lied to themselves for too long, finally we're accepting the truth that we're a mediocre international side. It's a good feeling to have it out in the open isn't it? The pretence has gone.
Because ironically, it is not until both the expectation of success and the feeling of loss and pain when we are not, is finally expunged from the national football psyche will we ever be able to give ourselves a chance to be successful. It is the shackles that hold us all down.
Once we demand less of the players and once they realise we don't demand much of them, maybe then the shackles can come off and they can liberate some of the talent that they occasionally show for their clubs; though that talent is all too often over-estimated, over-praised and certainly over-rewarded.
The problem is of course that one good win and the old culture of 'we can win the bloody thing' will rear its ugly Cross of Saint George painted head again. We need to guard against that because that has been our downfall in the past. We need patience.
I welcome this new realism. England games have filled me with dread for decades but now it feels as though I can enjoy the football more because I'm not weighed down by any expectation of quality or victory. Anything good that happens will feel like a big bonus.
Football is better without blind jingoism and unearned, undeserved nationalist pride and the inevitable bouts of self-loathing that goes hand in hand with it when results go awry.
Accepting your limitations doesn't mean accepting failure, it just means you know where you are and can plan the future accordingly; plot a course towards success rather than just pretending you're are already good enough.
So it's a refreshing position to be in to know that World Cup qualification will be hard for us and we may well fail. We shouldn't fear it. It's all part of the dawning of a new, more realistic era.
It's been a long time coming, it'll be a long time gone.
John Nicholson
(that bloke from football365)