Let yourself get hyped.
Tap into that eternal spring of hope.
Shake head at predictable disappointment.
Assign a scapegoat.
Mumble: Of course we lost.
Take pseudo-lament very seriously.
Remind yourself (cynically): The sun also rises.
Keep calm and repeat.
In England, over the last 70 years or so, the above pattern of self-dialogue is referring to:
A) a stubborn, longed-for revival of the British Empire
B) the experience of England fans before and after each major soccer tournament
C) both A & B
In the 2009 New York Times best seller Soccernomics, which, as a soccer guy, I'm inclined to enjoy, the authors make a connection that I find very culturally interesting. They bring together two English pastimes: world football (soccer) and world domination.
Some have labeled this quasi-syndrome "heroic failure." And it seems to inflict a very pronounced pain on the English. However, naturally it frames the stories of other peoples and cultures, too.
Either way, to this lover of soccer and cultural narratives, the English story is perpetually fascinating. God Save the Queen—from watching the cycle of another soccer disappointment.