At least someone seemed pleased.
Oh dear, oh dear indeed. Poor old Robbo. Shoddy reward for the top-class saves that were about all there was to "cheer" from England's point of view tonight. He put on a brave face afterwards, but his bottom lip seemed to tremble and his voice to waver a little too much for viewing comfort...
Quite why we were panicked into a formation alien to all our players, and most successful teams throughout (especially recent) football history, only McClaren knows... well, actually I'm not even too sure about that.
Equally baffling is how we struggled to muster up anything to test a Croat goalkeeper who made Robbo seem svelte. As for yet more evidence of Terry and Cole being more often liability than the luxury their wages and reputations might suggest.
What happened to the pride and passion that was meant to conquer all tonight, or the captain's all-important, much-vaunted pre-match battle-call...?
Ah right, the ability to complete simple yet progressive passes to one another might just have come in handy too, after all...
The distracting comic relief of Kazhakstan's finest has never seemed a more appealing prospect.
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