For England, Copenhagen’s Parken Stadion was last night “but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.” Clearly, Gerrard, Lampard, Owen et al. have of late–but wherefore I know not–lost all (their) mirth. And what of others in England’s squad? “…what is this quintessence of dust? Ashley Cole delights not me: no, nor Joe neither.
Those players are all at fault, as are others, but here, much of my my scorn is reserved for one man, to paraphrase, “What a piece of work is James! how feeble in cross coverage! how lacking in vision! in form and moving how stumbling and bumbling! in action how like a lummox! in apprehension how like a dope!
Oh, right. England lost. Hamlet’s team thumped them, 4-1.
All of the above is presented with heartfelt apologies to, and the most reverent respect for, William Shakespeare.