Tightly controlled Yorkshire Post purse-strings prevented me from covering the whole tournament, but I managed to badger them into letting me go to the final, once England ground their way through the knockout stages. 

I pretty much had to hitch-hike there – I think I wrote most of this stuff on a bench in Lille station, unable to get a direct Eurostar home. Still, it was quite an occasion. These two bits are part of a supplement I produced for the final.