The sound of lightning could be heard in the distance as the backdrop of Mexico City would turn into a dark, constantly evolving cloud of grey and blue. Animosity amongst both Mexican and English fans thickened inside the majestic Azteca stadium as a much-anticipated atmosphere between El Tri and the Three Lions continued to build.
Mexico City, a place that doesn’t just bring out color and life on special occasions. It literally has it ingrained within it. It is a place of energy.
And Azteca, El Tri’s fortress, which hadn’t known a loss for 13 years until Sunday night, was the host for the evening and undoubtedly, without question, it was ready.
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This was a night for heroes and villains, broken hearts and lost voices.
And we were all ready.
The match was ready, the people too, but mother nature — ever in her omnipotence, wanted to keep them waiting. Kick-off would be delayed. The build-up intensified and nerves multiplied.
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This is why it’s funny to me how people misinterpret “It’s Coming Home,” the iconic song by David Baddiel, Frank Skinner and The Lightning Seeds for the 1996 Euros. I was there growing up in England and I lived it. The song is less an arrogant call of arms but rather, in a quintessential English way, is about self-deprecation. It’s about the fact that it actually NEVER comes home and victory for England has been distant since 1966, the last time the Three Lions tasted the success of lifting the World Cup and ANY kind of major silverware.
“England always bottles it,” is the mantra.
This was also the venue where Diego Maradona broke English fans’ hearts after the “Hand of God” debacle, which also included one of the greatest goals ever created. England had not been here since.
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As a result, I witnessed the most heroic performance from England that I can remember. It was a match made of steel where the likes of Jude Bellingham, Jordan Pickford and Anthony Gordon played the best matches of their careers. Harry Kane lost his voice at the end. The aforementioned Bellingham and Ezri Konsa dropped to the floor at the final whistle.
It was a night of lions who fought against the hostile fans, the altitude, the weather and, if I am being perfectly honest, the referee. It was a physical and mental war where they also had to play with 10 men from the 56th minute, demanding this team to not just win, but to win from suffering.
The performance reminded me of one of my favorite quotes, by the late scientist and philosopher Viktor Frankl, “what is to give light must endure burning.”
After the match, the England team and staff walked towards the fans, who withstood the rain and thunder, and the hostility of the home crowd, to see their team succeed.
And together, arm in arm, they all sang the Oasis classic “Wonderwall,” a newly found anthem for the team and country.
It was the perfect ending.
And so now, as England now gets ready to swap the altitude of Mexico City for the humidity of Miami for a battle against a familiar foe in the giant Erling Haaland and his Norway, maybe, just maybe this team of heroes will be the one that saves me.
