To prove that we’re truly in the underworld, England has advanced in the World Cup by virtue of a penalty shootout. What?
It’s a phrase none of us are familiar with. A collection of words so foreign, the vibrations shiver the spine and cross our shoulders in the sign of the lord: England wins on penalties.
— England (@England) 3 July 2018
If you’re unsure why this matters, England is a land of great histories and traditions reduced. For many centuries there were three that sat atop the moral mantle, forever above reach. Spot o’ Tea, Spot o’ Colonialism, and a Spot o’ Disappointment from the penalty spot.
Sadly, this morning we lost the latter, with the English overcoming not Colombia, but themselves, driving a stake through their own china hutch, melting the good silver of their worst assumptions with the volcanic fire of unexpected victory. There was a great moment to be witnessed, though, as Eric Dier thrashed in the deciding penalty, he stood the victor, but not in revelry, or exaltation, but confusion. It was a moment that echoed the pulse of a nation, a thought of what the fuck happens now? Where do I run? Did that actually happen?
— FIFA World Cup 🏆 (@FIFAWorldCup) 3 July 2018
Next for the English will be Sweden, a tie they should easily win, a tie that will build golden ambition and fearful cynicism in the same measure.
They’ve been here before, but they haven’t.
I’m just going to leave this here: