So, to sum up: England play World Cup games at Wembley for qualifiers, in random host countries for the tournament, and occasionally in places where the pitch is technically a potato field. It’s a logistical nightmare wrapped in a flag, and I absolutely love it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to figure out where they’re playing next month. Probably somewhere I can’t pronounce.
Side note: If you ever get the chance to see them live, do it. Even if the stadium is in the middle of nowhere. Especially then. You’ll get a story, a sunburn, and maybe—just maybe—a glorious win. Or a penalty shootout loss that haunts you for years. That’s England for you.
