TONIGHT England face Croatia once again with a single question on the nation’s lips: how exactly did these bastards become our footballing nemesis?
Two decades ago, they were just one more country of the former Yugoslavia recovering from a war too complicated and depressing to follow. We beat them to get to a Euros quarter-final, which was as it should be.
Then came October 2006, when against all precedent and good sportsmanship they beat us, throwing our hopes of qualifying for Euro 2008 into jeopardy, then only went and proved themselves thoroughly unpleasant the next year by doing it again.
Forced to note this impertinent habit of winning important games despite our having Wayne Rooney, we responded by winning our next two World Cup qualifying games against them and stopping them attending in 2010.
Expecting they had learned their lesson and would brush up on their manners henceforward, we let that be an end to the matter. And against any decent team it would have been.
Not Croatia. Unable to let it go, their proven inferiority still gnawing away, they dared challenge us in a 2018 World Cup semi-final. And despite the established and popular Gareth Southgate ‘it’s coming home’ narrative disgraced themselves with a win.
Don’t they have enough neighbouring states to hold grudges against without manufacturing a rivalry against us? Why must we be plagued by these chippy Dalmatians once again this evening?
Well, tonight should settle it once and for all. We’ll give them a good British nanny-style thrashing, sexual undertones present and correct, and they will be put in their proper place. Perhaps then they can save their enmity for Serbia.
Or they’ll draw or win, in which case it’s cheating. It’s nonsensical either way.