Not only did we deserve to lose based on the way we played following that early (in fairness pretty decent) goal....
But also I think a loss could well save a lot of people from severe mental health trauma a few months down the line....
Football is life to literally millions of mainly men in the UK, men who frankly don't have a great deal of prospects (like many men in many countries).
And if England had won the Euros, that would be it for them - that's their peak moment, their emotional high, their dreams realised: England victorious.
Until October comes and the English damp sets in and the days shorten and you're still skint and your relationship's still a bit shit and life is, well, just back to normal, except now there's no more footy aspiration anymore, as the dream's been realised, and there you are, staring at the same old walls, the same T.V. screen, trawling through Netflix failing to find something new worth watching and then it hits you....
Life is just shit ,in fact it's always been shit and football was just a screen you hid behind.
And then you have to deal with it, oh but hang on, there's a World Cup next year....
Come on England!