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England
Three Lions
One star. 1966. Everything since.
Sixty years. That’s the number every England piece of writing has to grapple with eventually. Sixty years since the country that gave the world the rules, the league, the FA Cup and the very phrase “association football” last won a World Cup. Sixty years of nearly. Sixty years of getting close enough to feel it and then watching it walk past.
2018, Russia. Semi-final. 2022, Qatar. Quarter-final, exited on a missed penalty by the captain. 2024, Germany. European Championship final, beaten by Spain. The runs are getting longer. The belief is louder than it has been since the 1990s. The trophy still hasn’t come home.
2026 is different in one important way. For the first time at a World Cup the manager isn’t English. Thomas Tuchel. German. Champions League winner. Bayern Munich title winner. Appointed by the FA in October 2024 to do the one thing none of his predecessors managed since Alf Ramsey. The expectation is back. The cynicism is back. The shirt is back. The trophy needs to follow.
Group L Fixtures
Croatia first. The team that knocked England out of the 2018 semi-final at the same stage of the tournament. Modrić is forty and probably playing his last World Cup. The Croats can still pass England off the park if England let them. Then Ghana, the Black Stars, qualifying out of West Africa for the fifth time in their history and packed with Premier League talent. Then Panama, ranked outside the top forty but at full strength and with nothing to lose. England should top the group. England usually do at this stage. The work starts after.
| Date | Match | Kickoff | Preview | Bet |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 17 Jun | England vs Croatia | 15:00 CT | Preview | Bet |
| 21 Jun | England vs Ghana | 18:00 ET | Preview | Bet |
| 25 Jun | England vs Panama | 18:00 ET | Preview | Bet |
All kickoff times in local venue time. Subject to change.
A History Written in One Star
England didn’t enter the first three World Cups. The FA pulled out of FIFA in 1928 over an argument about amateur players and broken-time payments and didn’t come back until after the war. By the time England finally turned up in Brazil in 1950 they were beaten 1-0 by the United States in Belo Horizonte by a team of part-timers and were on a flight home before the second round started. The line about inventing the game and not understanding it had already started writing itself.
1966 changed everything and changed nothing. Alf Ramsey’s Wingless Wonders won the trophy at Wembley against West Germany, Geoff Hurst scored the only hat-trick in a World Cup final in history, Bobby Moore lifted the cup, and the country has been reaching for the same feeling ever since without ever quite finding it again. Three of the next sixteen tournaments produced semi-final finishes. Twelve produced quarter-final exits or worse. The wait keeps getting longer. The room keeps getting fuller of ghosts.
Italia 90. Bobby Robson, Gascoigne, Lineker, Pearce, Waddle. Penalties against West Germany in the semi-final. Gazza in tears. The first England side most modern fans really remember as a team of personalities rather than a team of names on a wall chart. Beaten on penalties. Of course they were beaten on penalties.
1996. The European Championship at Wembley. Three Lions on the radio every hour for two months. England 4 Holland 1 in the group stage and a country that hadn’t felt this loud since 1966. Penalties against Germany again in the semi-final. Gareth Southgate this time. He missed. Twenty-two years later he was the manager who finally won England a knockout shootout, against Colombia in 2018. The wheel turned slowly.
2018 Russia. 2022 Qatar. 2024 Germany. Three tournaments. Three deep runs. Two semi-finals, one final, one quarter-final exit. The closest sustained period of nearly-there England has produced since 1990. Southgate stepped down after losing the Euros final to Spain. Tuchel arrived three months later. The Three Lions are still on a shirt. The shirt is still being asked to do the one thing it’s only ever done once.
1966. They Think It’s All Over.
30 July 1966. Wembley Stadium. England 2 West Germany 2 at the end of normal time. Wolfgang Weber had equalised in the eighty-ninth minute. The country that had spent eighty years exporting football to the world was eleven minutes from extra time and the loudest neutrals in football history were about to make life very difficult for the home team.
Eleventh minute of extra time. Geoff Hurst, the West Ham striker, had already scored once in regulation. Alan Ball crossed from the right. Hurst turned and hit the bar. The ball came down on the line, or over it, or just behind it depending on which decade you ask, and the linesman Tofiq Bahramov from Soviet Azerbaijan ran across the pitch and told the Swiss referee Gottfried Dienst the ball had crossed the line. Three-two. The Germany players have not stopped arguing about it since. The Bahramov Stadium in Baku is still named after the linesman. He died there in 1993.
The hundred and twentieth minute. The match almost over. Bobby Moore robbed the ball just outside his own box, looked up, and chipped a forty-yard pass forward to Hurst running at the German defence with three exhausted German midfielders chasing back. Hurst took one touch and hit it left-footed. Some of the crowd had already come onto the pitch thinking the match was over. The BBC commentator Kenneth Wolstenholme, watching from his seat, said the line that became the most famous five seconds of English-language football commentary ever recorded.
“Some people are on the pitch. They think it’s all over. It is now! It’s four!”
Hat-trick. The only one ever scored in a World Cup final. Bobby Moore lifted the trophy on the steps of the Royal Box at twenty-five years old wearing a number six shirt with a tiny white-and-red badge above his heart. The country had won the World Cup. The country still hasn’t got over it. Sixty years on, the line about it being all over is still on tea towels and pub walls and football podcasts and the inside of the front cover of every England retrospective ever published.
Mexico 1970. The Greatest Save Ever Made.
7 June 1970. Estadio Jalisco, Guadalajara. Group three. England against Brazil four years after the trophy. Defending champions versus the team that would go on to be remembered as the greatest international side ever assembled. Pelé, Jairzinho, Tostão, Rivelino, Carlos Alberto, Gérson. England with Bobby Moore, Bobby Charlton, Geoff Hurst still there four years on, Alan Mullery, Martin Peters. And in goal Gordon Banks, the boy from a council estate in Sheffield, the keeper for Stoke City, who had been on the winning side at Wembley four years earlier.
Tenth minute. Carlos Alberto crossed from the right wing. Jairzinho got to it first and clipped a high cross to the back post. Pelé rose alone above Tommy Wright and headed it downward, hard, with everything he had, towards the bottom-right corner of the goal. He had already started shouting “goal” before his head had left the ball. The Brazilian commentary team had already started celebrating. Pelé later said he was sure he had scored before the ball had reached the line.
Banks had been at his near post when the cross went in. He had to move backwards and to his right at the same time, twelve feet across the goal line, and arrive at the back post in time to do something about a header that was already on the way down. He got there. He got down. He got under it. He scooped the ball up over the bar with the back of his right hand. From the angle Pelé was watching, the ball stopped, reversed, and travelled vertically over the bar. Pelé said in interviews for the rest of his life that he had never understood how Banks did it.
Brazil won the match anyway. Jairzinho scored the only goal in the fifty-ninth minute. Brazil went on to win the tournament. England went on to lose the quarter-final to West Germany 3-2 having led 2-0, after Banks went down with food poisoning the night before and was replaced by Peter Bonetti. The cruellest week in England’s World Cup history. The greatest save ever made. The two things sit in the same paragraph because they happened in the same fortnight in the same country to the same team. Banks died in 2019. Pelé led the tributes from São Paulo. The save is still the first highlight every England goalkeeper learns to study and the last one any of them ever match.
1986. The Hand of God.
22 June 1986. Estadio Azteca, Mexico City. World Cup quarter-final. Argentina against England four years after the Falklands War, when British and Argentine soldiers had killed each other over a group of islands eight thousand miles from London and three hundred miles from the Argentine mainland. The match was being played in a stadium at seven thousand feet of altitude in the smog of a city that had been hosting the tournament under conditions every other team in the field had described as borderline unfit. Maradona was twenty-five. He was about to do two things in five minutes that English football has never forgiven him for and Argentine football has never let go of.
Fifty-first minute. The ball loose in the England half. Maradona collected it just outside the area and tried to slip it through to Jorge Valdano. Steve Hodge mishit a clearance back over his own head towards Peter Shilton. Maradona changed direction and ran in at the ball with Shilton coming out to punch. Shilton was six foot one. Maradona was five foot five. Shilton was always going to win the contest. He didn’t. Maradona jumped, raised his left arm, punched the ball over Shilton’s outstretched fist with a closed fist and a shoulder turn that disguised the move just enough that the Tunisian referee Ali Bin Nasser couldn’t see what had happened. The ball looped into the net. Maradona ran towards the corner with both arms raised. None of his teammates ran to celebrate with him. They knew. They were waiting for the goal to be disallowed. It wasn’t. The referee, the linesman, the entire England defence and seven hundred million people watching on television had all seen it. The goal stood.
Asked about it in the post-match interview, Maradona said it had been scored a little with the head of Maradona and a little with the hand of God. He admitted in 2005, nineteen years later, that he had punched it deliberately. By that point it had been replayed in slow motion in every English-language football retrospective for two decades. Bobby Robson, the England manager, called it cheating in his autobiography and never used a softer word.
Fifty-fifth minute. Four minutes after the punch. Maradona collected the ball deep in his own half, just inside the centre circle, with his back to England’s goal. He turned, beat Peter Beardsley, beat Peter Reid, beat Terry Butcher, beat Terry Fenwick, beat Butcher again on the way through, dummied past Shilton with the outside of his left foot and rolled the ball into the empty net. Sixty yards. Eleven seconds. Five England players beaten. The goal was voted goal of the century in a 2002 FIFA poll. The hand of God and the goal of the century happened in the same match, in the same five-minute spell, against the same team. Argentina won 2-1. Lineker pulled one back in the eighty-first. Argentina went on to win the trophy. England flew home. The two goals have been stitched into the same memory ever since. The cynical and the divine. The hand and the head. Inside one afternoon in Mexico City forty years ago.
The Pipeline. Park Football to the Premier League.
The Premier League is the most-watched football league on the planet. It is also, per minute of football played, the most-watched professional sport of any kind on the planet. England has produced more career professional footballers than any other country except Brazil and Argentina by some counts and the system that does the producing is older than the FA itself. Sunday League. Saturday morning park football. Boys’ and girls’ teams running from under-six to under-eighteen attached to every village pub and church hall in every town in every county. The pyramid is the oldest pipeline in world football. The Premier League is just the bit at the top everyone can see.
Harry Kane was released by Arsenal’s academy at eight years old for being too slow. He went to Watford. He went to Tottenham. Tottenham loaned him out to Leyton Orient at eighteen, Millwall at nineteen, Norwich at twenty, Leicester at twenty-one. He was rejected at every step. He was a bit-part Tottenham first-teamer at twenty-two. By twenty-six he was the captain of his country. By thirty he had the goalscoring record. The story is the absolute opposite of Mbappé. The story is also the most English football story possible. Late developer. Kept rejected. Kept turning up.
Jude Bellingham came out of Stourbridge, a town on the western edge of the West Midlands. His father played non-league football for Stourbridge FC at level eight of the English pyramid in front of a few hundred people every other Saturday. Jude joined the Birmingham City academy at seven. His debut for Birmingham came at sixteen. Borussia Dortmund signed him at seventeen. Real Madrid at twenty. Bukayo Saka came through Greenford in west London, the son of Nigerian parents who could legally have nominated him for either nation, and joined Arsenal’s Hale End academy at seven. Phil Foden came through Stockport before signing for Manchester City’s academy at nine. Declan Rice came through Chelsea, was released at fourteen, walked across London to West Ham and made his Premier League debut at eighteen.
The system isn’t glamorous. It isn’t a federation in a glossy headquarters with a national philosophy. It’s thirty-one thousand affiliated clubs, four million registered amateur players, and a Premier League that pays scouts to watch every park pitch in the country looking for the next nine-year-old who can run. Most of them never get found. Some of them do. Twenty-six of them are about to get on a plane to North America in a Three Lions tracksuit.
Recent Form and the Hard Truth
Fifth in the FIFA rankings. Cruised through UEFA Group K qualifying. Lost the Euro 2024 final to Spain having scored late equalisers in three of the seven knockout games to even get there. Southgate stepped down. Tuchel walked in. Eighteen months in he has won most of his games, lost a couple of friendlies, dropped a few of the older players the supporter base felt sentimental about and brought in a couple of younger ones the supporter base hadn’t made up its mind on. Standard new-manager arithmetic in a country that audits every team selection on national television.
The hard truth is that England have one obvious vulnerability and one harder-to-name one. The obvious one is in central defence, where Tuchel has been visibly searching for a settled partnership and the squad has not produced one. The other one is more philosophical. Tuchel is the first non-English manager in the dugout at a World Cup. The pressure on a foreign coach to deliver the trophy is louder than the pressure on an English one because there is no national story to fall back on. Win the World Cup as an Englishman and you’re Alf Ramsey. Win it as a German and you’re an exception. Lose it as a German and you’re the reason why we should never have given the job to a foreigner in the first place. The discourse is already written. Whether the football lives up to the discourse is genuinely unknowable. England fans have been here before. England fans haven’t been here with a German manager before.
The Coach — Thomas Tuchel
Head Coach · Appointed October 2024
Thomas Tuchel
Born August 29 1973 in Krumbach, Bavaria. Defender. A small one. Career ended at twenty-five with chronic cartilage damage. Started coaching the Stuttgart youth team that same year because nobody else would give him a job. Worked his way up through the VfB Stuttgart academy, then the Augsburg youth system, and was given the Mainz first-team job at thirty-six on the strength of a single conversation with the sporting director who liked the way he talked about pressing. Mainz finished fifth in his first full season. Borussia Dortmund hired him to replace Jürgen Klopp. He won the German Cup. Paris Saint-Germain hired him to replace Unai Emery. He won the league twice. Chelsea hired him in January 2021 with the team eighth in the table. Five months later he won the Champions League final against Manchester City in Porto.
Bayern Munich came next. He won the Bundesliga in 2023. He fell out with the dressing room. He was sacked. The FA approached him in summer 2024 and announced him in October. The first foreign manager of England since Fabio Capello, the second non-English manager in the country’s history. The contract runs to the end of the 2026 World Cup. The mandate is exactly one thing. End the wait.
Tuchel coaches a hard-pressing, high-line, possession-based game when his players let him. He simplifies it under tournament pressure. He picks players who fit the structure rather than players who insist they belong. He has never managed an international team before. He has eighteen months less time with his squad than every other manager in the field had. He has been in the England job for eighteen months. The clock has been on since the day he walked in.
Key Players
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England Betting Markets
+700 to win the tournament. Fourth favourites behind Spain, France and Brazil. The longest pre-tournament price England have carried since 2002 and arguably the most defensible. A captain on his fourth tournament. A first-time international manager. A defence the manager hasn’t solved. A midfield that’s as good as anyone’s in the field. The price reflects the doubt. The case for the bet is everything else.
| Market | Selection | Price | Bet |
|---|---|---|---|
| Tournament Winner | England | +700 | Bet |
| Group L Winner | England | -275 | Bet |
| Golden Boot | Harry Kane | +800 | Bet |
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