Last week I watched a clip of Ian Wright explaining why it meant so much to him, as a black former player, that Jude Bellingham is uninhibited about revelling in his achievements. In the past, he said, some black players had been criticised for being too cocky, as though they’d forgotten their place. So he was pleased that it is now completely acceptable for a black player to strut around with a bit of swagger.

I can see his point, but I also thought: why do you have to racialise this remarkable young player? Can’t we just celebrate him as an Englishman? England’s progress in the World Cup is one of those moments in which we’re supposed to set our differences aside and come together. Shoehorning identity politics into football is precisely why I disliked the sermonising Gareth Southgate and much prefer the goofy, apolitical Thomas Tuchel.

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But I’m going to commit a similar faux pas and say something divisive. I watched England beat Norway in the garden of a crowded pub in Chiswick and felt there was something a bit fake about the beer-throwing and........

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