In 60 years of hurt, this might be England’s most painful World Cup defeat yet

The morning after the night before. The adrenaline that got England fans through 90 torturous minutes has been replaced by that knot in the gut, a foggy feeling, the sensation of wondering exactly what happened last night, like shame creeping through a hangover. We have been to this place before, of course. We recognise the walls of this particular well. England exiting the World Cup in painful, heartbreaking fashion is a near-quadrennial ritual, a cultural tradition like Sunday roasts and those big hats beefeaters wear. Love those. There is little choice but to accept the misery, embrace the sorrow, let it wash over you. England’s World Cup knockout defeats often come down to fine margins, controversial decisions, freakish moments, idiotic mistakes. England rarely just… get beaten. The Hand of God, Ronaldinho’s lob. Beckham’s red, Rooney’s red, Lampard’s hands are on his head. Does any other country have scars this painful, this visceral, this haunting? What is going on here? Why are there so many that we can make them rhyme? Anthony Gordon looks on after England's World Cup exit (Getty) And because defeat is never simple, because it’s never cut and dried, because hope greets you at the door, takes you out for dinner, kisses you and then never calls, you are left reeling, pondering, wondering. It is a kind of grief for a tournament you used to know. How can they go on without us? Will they still think about us during hydration breaks? But perhaps this one hits a little differently. Argentina 2-1 England. There was no controversy, no decision to debate in the pub, despite this being a game played in the wrong spirit from the first whistle to the last and beyond. At no point did referee Ismail Elfath bellow “after review...” in ominous tones into his headset microphone. An England fan wallows in their World Cup defeat to Argentina (Getty) There have been many a morning after when we felt scammed somehow, like something had been taken away that we thought we owned, by the officials, or a conniving opponent, or the football gods, or even one of England’s own players doing something inexplicably daft. Not here. The 2026 World Cup was a simple story for England. The post-mortem could have been published before Argentina had even scored, way back when England retreated to the edge of their own box, when they morphed into a cowardly 5-4-1, when they gave up any notion of scoring goals, when they invited the greatest footballer of all time to let his hair down. Lionel Messi is carried on the shoulders of his teammates (Getty) Thomas Tuchel will rightly shoulder the blame. He was hired expressly for this scenario, to solve the endgame, to cross the winning line. He said it himself when he took the job and analysed England’s tendency to come up short under Gareth Southgate. “They were more afraid to drop out of the tournament than having the excitement and hunger to win it,” Tuchel said last March. Well, in Atlanta on Wednesday night, Tuchel’s England played the final half an hour like they were petrified. Argentina smelt fear and seized a chance they should never have been given. And perhaps that clarity, that unequivocal sense that England should have won and deserved to lose, is even harder to take than those old bones of contention to chew over. England will trudge on to the much-maligned third-place play-off. The Premier League will roll around soon enough. A home Euros will be here before you know it. We will move on. But you are never fully disburdened from a World Cup, each defeat another little box of trauma to add to the collection. They don’t replace one another, they just stack up, one on top of the next, making the past a little heavier to hold. We’ll always have the memories. Kane’s thunderbolt to beat DR Congo. Bellingham’s balletic dance through Norway’s defence. Wonderwall. Jordan Henderson. John Stones’ party shoulder. But the 60 years of hurt go on. And this one really stings.