Three people watched with bated breath as Zidane stepped up and despatched the penalty past David James. My sis went “oh my gosh”, I managed a muted “shit” and Derras somehow remained silent. Two goals in extra time had turned the game on its head and we, perched on the edge of our seats, were just as stunned as the England fans in the Estadio da Luz and, no doubt, around the world. Through the shots of the cheering French, the disbelieving looks of the English, even through Zidane’s interview in Francais, we just sat there in silence or at least I did, trying to make sense of it all. As Martin Tyler so eloquently quipped, even when you think you’ve seen it all, it can still take your breath away.