Another day, another failure.

In fairness, the match against Spain was pretty evenly matched for the first 85 minutes. Of course, Spain had looked more dangerous and had played the better football, but the score still reflected bottom-lime parity.

Then, in the blink of an eye, there was a precision pass, a lightning burst of pace, and it was 2-1.

For the definitive commentary on Southgate’s reign, have a gas with Arsenal’s stellar stopper Ben White. He opted not to turn up, which was pretty much the case for the whole squad in the end.

So once again, it’s sweet FA – or should that be bittersweet FA?

There’s been no glory, but the bright side of this will surely mean the end of Southgate, and a slim glimmer of hope that yet another golden generation might not be flushed down the shitter.

He might well have motivated the players at times, but on the occasions he missed the mark, there wasn’t any football to fall back on.

And football is really where it’s at.

For fans, the pain will linger as the list of usual suspects for the top job will doubtless be pondered.

Already, Graham Potter, Eddie Howe, and even Lee Carsley are being touted.

Yes, the money-go-round is poised for frenzied rotation on the middle-finger of naked opportunism. Mind you, most of the gang are supremely qualified in the art of failure to the degree that they do actually appear viable.

Somebody has even punted Sarina Wiegman, which makes sense on a cosplay level, I suppose.

When all is said and done, though, the only things in life that are certain are death, taxes, and the fact that it’s not coming home.