I wont lie, there was a time when England meant more to me than anything, granted I was young and stupid. When our current manager missed the pen at euro 96 i cried, world cup 1990 was my earliest memory of a world cup and all i wanted to be for the next year was Gazza.
Forward to 2004, I was still big on England till then, really big, as in, sleepless night before a knock out game vs Argentina etc, then I found myself walking down the street wearing an Arsenal shirt one summer day, it was the day England were playing France, I passed by a pub, some pissed out of their heads cretins decided to corner me and tell me to go fuck off and support France. 9 hours later, Zizou curles a free kick into the corner of Englands net, France win 2-1 in the last minute, and guess whose fist flying through the air giving it the allez les bleu, yours truely.
That was me done with England, I would get back on board if they ever try to play football again, but winning because "we are England, we invented the game", can fucking do one.