Everyone is waiting. The game kicks off at 7pm on Saturday night. It is a long day of filling in time. Now the divided nation is becoming united. We are sharing this experience, the tension, the jeopardy and the possibility of progress.

Nothing is certain and nothing can be foretold. Our fate lies with a small group of young men flown out to a desert kingdom to compete in the greatest sporting contest on earth. They play in the World Cup – wearing the England shirt.

Frost lies a hard sliver across the green grass and on the roof of the city dwellings. The sky is blue and the air is cold. Tonight the people here will be bound to our young men in Qatar by hope and by our destiny. It is the greatest game of the all.

Its football. It is the World Cup.

Is it coming …

COME ON ENGLAND