Although we’re a nation better known for our skills with the ball, rather than the barbecue, today’s game deserves a mighty patriotic mouthful, the edible equivalent of girding one’s loins. A plain British banger, bronzed slowly on the sidelines of the grill, is a fine thing indeed. But a World Cup knockout game versus our very favourite foe needs something more substantial, the sort of thing that would please not just the likes of Falstaff and John Bull, but Emma Woodhouse and...
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