As a neutal, oh, alright, as an Irishman, I thought England had a real chance to put the game to bed by half time. They had the early goal, Italy were shell-shocked, and England were riding a huge wave of momentum. This was the time to be brave and go for the jugular. Instead, they backed off and Italy got a foothold. The moment had passed by the interval.
There was still no guarantee that Italy would equalise, mind. This is not one of their greatest sides - there is no Paolo Rossi, Roberto Baggio, or Andrea Pirlo, but it is a side that plays to its strengths and England ceded that opportunity to them rather meekly.
The regret for England is that they never pressed home their advantage - and they had the players to do that. We didn't see enough of Sterling running at the wonderful, but slow, Italian central defensive duo. On top of that is the realisation that there will hardly ever be a more favourable set of circumstances for England to win a trophy. Six games at home, a soft half of the draw, European superpowers like Germany at the bottom of their curve, the rest together in the opposite half... It was there to be won.
England will go to Qatar as one of the contenders, but Spain will be stronger, France will have had the complacency knocked out of them, Argentina and Italy are strengthened as continental champions, Hansi Flick will have 16 months to get the best out of a talented but mismanaged German generation, and the likes of Belgium, Portugal, and Brazil will lurk with intent. It will not get any easier for an English generation that will also improve but will now carry scars it didn't have prior to last night.
Commiserations to the many decent English fans who, thanks to the actions of a large minority and an environment seeded by an extremist government, have not been able to take as much carefree joy as they should have been able to from the genuine achievements of their national team. Your team did you proud.