Its night's like tonight that you need to be surrounded by your own. I watched the match with some American pals who have a reasonable grasp of our beautiful game but they don't have a clue how I feel now. I need to be in a pub with some mates back home who are feeling my pain. We can chew on it, find someone to blame (Beckham? Gerrard? James?) and talk it out of our system with the gentle help of beer.
Truly, truly gutted!