The emotion around Sunday's Euro 2020 final should have stirred me. The biggest English football match in both mine and my parents' lifetime is a moment that ought to be savoured. Yet, in the aftermath of the past 24 hours, I feel not pain, but apathy. The sport I have followed religiously throughout my life has always had its reputation stained by violence and barbarism born out of the much-revered "firms" and hooliganism in the mid-20th century. Particularly in the international sphere, England fans have been cast aside and scolded for anti-social and disruptive behaviour. For all that people like to claim those days are a far-cry from the current crop of fans, they are not. Think back to Euro 2016 and its infamous clashes with Russians in Paris . Just on Wednesday, there were stories of Danish fans as young as 9 being harassed and spat at - in the midst of a pandemic - after their semi-final defeat. Last night, hoards of ticketless England fans tried to get into