I remember it well.
I was seeing a right looker at the time.
She was a blonde, 19 year-old first year student at Sussex Uni, a posh Brummie from a wealthy nouveau riche family, with a killer smile and a spoilt attitude!
Anyway, yeah, Beckham carried us that game, no question.
But I'd stopped really caring after the traumatic pen defeat v Germany in Euro 96.
It was just too intense, and by Euro 2004 when the media and Team England cynically conspired to sell Rooney to United, I was beyond done with that shower of shite.
Back in Italia 90 you could imagine bumping into an England player on a night out and have a drink and a laugh with him.
Nowadays they are more likely to look down on you from VIP, and try and pull your bird if they're half decent looking.