Londoners lie around the city parks and green spaces under a scorching late May sun. Outside the city the countryside is full of bursting green hedgerows and now lush woodlands. Cricketers adorn village pitches and lanes are suddenly full of horseboxes and horse trials. The white sails of yachts speck our coasts.

In Oslo, Norway, the national team England, are playing Norway. After nine minutes Carroll flicks the ball to Ashley Young who shapes to pass to Gerrard but instead ducks inside the defender and puts the ball inside the far post.

One nil to England and that is all it took to come away with a useful victory and a mishap avoided. Probably it could have been better but the test period is ramped up with a game at a sold out Wembley against a talented Belgium in a weeks time. Nine days later they play France in the Ukraine.

There is something in the air about this Euro 2012 football championship. There is something about having an Englishman in charge and a scouser as Captain and somehow a strange balance around it all.

They might be pushing the Olympics down the publics throats, they might be hyping this years Royal celebration but soon the country will only be flying flags for football, the game we love, the game that is played by every community in the nation.

There is nothing else that brings us all together, in England or across the world.

Football the beautiful game.

Come On England – Winning the Euros 2012.