Somebody in that breakfast room made a noise. I could not tell you who.
"Right," Jones said, and he came forward on his forearms. "Roy. I'm starting with you. Because you have sat on this programme for 3 weeks and told us this lot were a nice little story and nothing more."
Keane did not blink. "I did."
"And?"
"And I was wrong. That's it."
Jones waited. Keane looked back at him with the expression of a man waiting for a bus.
"That's all we're getting?"
"What do you want, a song?" He shifted, once. "They were better than Croatia. Over 120 minutes they were better. They ran further, they wanted it more, and their goalkeeper is the best goalkeeper at this tournament and it isn't close. That's not a fairytale. That's just what happened."
Bounou did not move his head. He put a forkful of egg in his mouth and chewed it, and 3 of the lads turned round to look at him, and he gave them nothing.
Carragher was already out of his seat.
