An unloved, insignificant occasion still provided a glimpse of the strengths
England should play to rather than rein in
With a quarter of the game gone at Wembley Stadium the number of variables, the list of things that could still happen in this match, had already narrowed to a fine point. Would Jack Grealish do something wild and gif-able with the ball?
Would Harry Kane score a goal (this appeared to be the sole question running through Kane’s own mind for much of the game)? Would a strange mist of lassitude descend over Wembley and cause everyone simply to lie down and stop?