Is it coming home or going to Rome?

Surely, this is it, isn’t it?

If there’s one area in football that I reckon we are a class above the rest of the world in, it’s…

Sunday football.

Admittedly, I’m talking about Sunday morning football.

Back in the day, if someone had asked you to play on a Sunday afternoon, you would have thought they had just come out the loony bin.

I mean, who could possibly play football after Sunday dinnertime at the pub?

Hands up who remembers pubs pulling last orders at 2pm on a Sunday?

How did we ever survive?

In today’s society, they reckon to have this problem called “binge drinking”.

They don’t know the meaning of the word.

If they want to know what binge drinking is really about, then they should have been around back in the day of 2pm last orders on a Sunday.

Especially if you had played away, or god forbid, played extra time which meant there would be about 30 minutes or less to last orders after you had driven like maniacs to get back.

Double rounds was normal, so last orders was usually 4 pints each and all glasses were empty by 2.20pm or sooner.

That was about the time when the goal you scored from 6 yards out became a 30 yard screamer in the top corner of the net that no keeper in the world would have saved.

Then back home for Sunday dinner and perhaps followed by a couple of hours sleep on the sofa if you were lucky.

Yes, we know a thing or two about Sunday football and thats why it will be coming home tomorrow night.

Anyway, take a look at these lads how they prepared for a game, it may be a little different to tomorrows England squad but, let’s hope the result is the same.

Remember, it's vital you don't forget the brown sauce.

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See you at the far post.

Paul