England’s football manager has defined a notion of Englishness that is both traditional and radical
In 1973, when I was eight, England’s footballers played an infamous, ill-fated World Cup qualifier against Poland at Wembley. Watching on TV, schooled in anti-establishment shtick by my older brother, and in awe of his 16-year-old dinner-table deconstructions of Britain’s post imperial delusions, I found myself supporting the underdog Poles.
When Jan Domarski broke away to score the goal that would put England out of the competition, I danced on the sofa in jubilation. I seem to
