The baseless frabric of this vision

In terms of narrative it's actually quite tidy.

The self-referential echos are, in fact, so neat, that one might argue that England lost precisely because they were thinking about the game against Argentina in 98, when they lost a golden boy (in that case, Becks) to petulance, miraculously held out till penalties, then lost 4-3 on penalties.

Rooney's an idiot, and my heart is broken. Now it's just a waiting game; to paraphrase Piglet: I wonder what's going to happen tragic today?


"Our revels are now ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air ...
We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with sleep."
- Prospero, The Tempest, IV.i.