I loved the front cover of the satirical British magazine Private Eye on the eve of the World Cup. It showed the English football team walking down the steps of a jet at an airport in Brazil. The pilot has his head out of the cockpit and the editors have inserted a bubble with the words: “Shall I just keep the engines running?”
Indeed, after two quick defeats and a draw, England were indeed back home before they even got a swim off Copacabana beach, never mind a shot at the Fifa World Cup Trophy.
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