The St Georg's Cross flags all looking a bit sad today, though there are still a lot around. Next door, I noticed, they'd taken their's down, and had it hanging on the washing line instead, all washed and clean. I suppose in a way that's a kind of gesture of defiant hope - move on and get ready for the next time.

I gather from my son whom watched the match in a local sporty pub that he had to to get out sharpish at the end because things went a bit crazy - the telly got wrecked and the furniture was flying and all. That's the down side of them making such efforts to ensure the nutter fans didn't make it to Germany - they stayed home instead...

I'd have liked to see how the England team would have managed against the French though. On the evidence of Saturday's matches, not too well. Anyway, Allez les Bleus!