I can't watch it, I get a bit too emotional - especially after an almost entire reservoir of beer has been tipped down my throat and I'm at the 'I-could've-been-someone. I-could've-been-a-contender' stage, full of remorse and self-pity as I gaze forlornly back on my life. A life choc-a-bloc with unsavoury incidents: doing a runner from the local Chinese, thumping a taxi driver for no reason, hiding behind the sofa when the bailiffs come, spewing my guts up on the neighbour's prized carnations, breaking wind louder than is biologically necessary, and stumbling through my front door in a disturbingly heightened state of drunkeness in the early hours of the morning and telling the wife I've been nowhere, I've done nothing and I haven't spoken to anyone.
Anyway, back to the point in question. Yep, England could have been world-beaters back then: we had some some great players and we were quite a team. But then came the obligatory rag/dipper player, shoe-horned into the side at the expense of some other poor sap, and the word 'mediocre' applied liberally by the media to everything England did on the pitch.
Sad days.