Look, I know it was a great night for English football. The best, maybe never to be beaten. But that's the point. As every successive generation of English footballers emerges onto the world stage in those famous white shirts, the thought of an Englishman ever again lifting the coveted trophy becomes more and more distant. So while we mustn't forget the day that Geoff Hurst bagged a hat-trick and hoisted the golden wart above his head, it doesn't help that we endlessly burden today's overpaid prima donnas with its memory. Perhaps we can tacitly agree to not mention it for a while, at least until we have a striker that scores goals and a couple of players that can pass the ball forward. Deal? Done.
