Monday, 15 October 2018

Spain v England. 15/10/18

"If the tapas is this good across Portugal, it isn't hard to see why you'd risk leaving your kids in a hotel room to go out and eat it."

Spain 2-3 England. Estadio Bentio Villamarin.
Monday 15/10/18
Seville was named as Lonely Planet’s number one city to travel to for 2018 and it isn't hard to see why.

It has over 2,200 years of history. It's been a Roman city, a Muslim city and a Christian city with every race or religion that conquered it leaving a deep impression on the modern-day Seville.

The Alcazar is the oldest royal palace still in use in Europe having first been used in the first century. There's an old town to rival anything in Eastern Europe. It's the birthplace of Flamenco and the place from where Christopher Columbus set off to discover the Americas. There's great food, cheap wine and England producing a potential coming-of-age performance in Estadio Benito Villamarin to beat Spain 3-2.

OK, so that last one didn't actually make it into Lonely Planet, but it should've done. In their first away game since the World Cup, Gareth Southgate’s side produced a performance that topped the heights of the summer jaunt to Russia to go second in League A Group 4 of the UEFA Nations League. "We are staying up" as the 3,000 strong England contingent high up in Real Betis’ fantastic stadium sang.

I went into this trip with pretty low expectations given a complete indifference to Spain. I'd visited three times before and been accosted by angry animal rights activists in Barcelona and then pick-pocketed outside the Bernabeu, losing a ticket to the Champions League Quarter Final between Real Madrid and Wolfsburg in the process. For all of Lonely Planet's gushing praise of Seville, perhaps it should simply say, “Seville was a city that made Scott McCarthy actually like Spain.” You won't find much higher praise than that.

You know there isn't much to do in a town when street
signs are directing you to pubs...
With a stadium ban in place for England's trip to Croatia ruling out the prospect of a tantalising Rijeka-Seville double, the trip instead began in Portugal. Faro to be exact, a town of 64,560 people known for it's historic centre, fishing industry and laid-back approach to life. The size of Faro meant there wasn't actually much to do there other than relax, eat fish and drink £10 bottles of locally produced wine which suited us fine.

Nice pint of Super Bock, Portugal's finest

What could've livened things up was some lower league football. For reasons unknown, Portuguese football outside of the Primeira Liga seems to take place exclusively on a Sunday. The local team, SC Farense, play a bit of a hike out of the town centre while Stadium Algarve, which was used in Euro 2004 and has also provided temporary asylum for the Gibraltar National Football team was out of bounds at about 10 miles away. That meant that Faro was a football free zone except for watching the closing stages of Portugal’s away game with Poland in a bar adorned with murals of Cristiano Ronaldo.

Tapas <insert joke about Maddie McCann here>

Clay jug full of a litre of wine for under £10? Yes please, barman
The lack of football was made up for by Faro being home to the best tapas restaurant in the world, a tasco do joao. Owned by a local family, the home made tomato dip was out-of-the-world, the dishes kept flowing and the wine was £10 a bottle for a really good drop of white. With Praia da Luz just 70 miles down the road, it wasn't hard to see why Kate and Gerry decided to leave their daughter in a hotel room and go for it tapas if it is this good across the Algarve.

Hope you like fish...
It turned out the next morning that drinking more wine than the Tapas 7 put together wasn't a sensible move with a boat trip to some islands off Faro on the agenda. Regular readers will be acquainted with the fact that I suffer with sea sickness anytime I leave dry dock. Even crossing from Portsmouth to the Isle of Wight leads to a battle between will and stomach contents, so smashing into waves on a speed boat at 100mph driven by a madman called Phil was never likely to have good results. Remarkably, I was only sick in my mouth and the journey was worth it for the stunning views once we got to Ilha da Culatra and several cocktails which settled the nerves ahead of the journey back to the mainland.
Only being sick once on the boat journey to Ilha da Culatra was a success
Scenic shot as Katie enjoys the Deserted Island
"Sex on the Island", a clever poly on Sex on the Beach
There were no such travel dramas for the bus trip to Seville, a short two-and-a-half hour hop across the border. Almost instantly, Seville was in credit with the discovery of Festival de las Naciones, a market-like set up on Prado de San Sebastian which featured stalls selling food and beer from around the world.

While some England fans were experiencing Spanish culture in Irish bars and goading overenthusiastic riot police, here we were sipping Mythos from Greece, Pilser Callao from Peru, Rolihlahla from South Africa and Presidente from Venezeula. An excellent way to warm up for the game the following day.

Festival de las Naciones
A quick trip through Greece, Peru, South Africa and, er, Spain
 Real Betis are considered the cities working class team with Sevilla the side for the middle classes. As a result, Estadio Benito Villamarin is situated in the Heliopolis area of the city. It seats 60,720 making it the fourth largest stadium in Spain and was opened in 1929 with expansions following in 1982, 2000 and 2017.

Due to Seville receiving an average of 313 days of sunshine a year, it doesn't have a roof. Needless to say after three days of blazing sunshine and 30 degree heat since we arrived in firstly Faro and then Seville, on game day it didn't just rain - it poured.

More stadiums should have water fountains outside
Perhaps this shouldn't have come as a surprise with Katie present. She won't thank me for writing this, but she has a comically bad record when it comes to away games. Her previous trip with England was so wet that Noah could be seen building his ark next to Lithuania’s LFF stadionas and she's been to seven Brighton away games in the Premier League and in six of them, the Albion have failed to score.

In order to seek refuge from the rain, we met up with fellow Brighton fans Ciaran, Lewis and Mark in a bar called 100 Montaditos which was next to Sevilla’s Ramon Sanchez-Pizjuan Stadium. 100 Montaditos are a chain who sell small tapas-style sandwiches at €1 a pop and pints of Cruzcampo for €2. For all Seville’s historic churches and fantastic architecture, Montaditos might just be the single greatest thing about the city. Another thing for Lonely Planet to take note of.

From there, it was a metro back to the Festival de las Naciones for a whistle-stop tour of Argentina (Quilmes) and Mexico (Corona and tequila) before catching a bus towards the stadium. With the rain still falling, we headed off to meet more of the normal crew in Kev, Fiona and Sara. They were hiding in what can only be described as a school canteen which served beer. It also served food, or in this case, cold croquettes and chips. Had Gordon Ramsay been present - unlikely, given Scotland’s presence in lowly group League C Group 1 of the Nations League - then he'd have wandered into the kitchen shouting “THEY'RE ******* FROZEN.” We happen to be much easier customers to please and so as long as the €2.50 Kruzcampo continued to flow we were all happy.

The rain in Spain falls mainly on Real Betis
Good luck vertigo sufferers with the steepness of the stands in Estadio Bentio Villamarin
Happiness turned to delight about 45 minutes before kick off when the rain ceased. That made for a pleasant evening at Estadio Benito Villamarin. The stadium itself is fantastic, two tiers of steep sloping seats rising into the Seville sky. The floodlights are those that Spain really does specialise in, four short pylons raised slightly above the back row behind each goal supporting a long row of lights. 

Open air stadiums can be notoriously devoid of atmosphere without a roof to keep the noise in, so it says much about the design of Estadio Benito Villamarin that the England supporters could generate a real racket. The ridiculous gradient of the stands helps - when you looked down towards the goal Jordan Pickford was minding in the second half, it felt like a sheer drop.

With such noise generated in a game in which the home support were largely quiet, it makes you wonder how noisy the place could be with a full house behind Betis, especially when they take on Sevilla in the derby. Another game for the bucket list, that one.

The atmosphere in the England section was of course helped by what went on on the pitch. Eric Dier set the tone early on by nearly breaking Sergio Ramos in half right below the away section before the Three Lions raced into a 3-0 lead through a Raheem Sterling brace and Marcus Rashford, playing some of the most incisive football in years. People were pinching themselves at half time and I was so shocked I couldn't even navigate my way to the bar on the off chance they sold a beer.

We'd never seen Brighton cock up a 3-0 lead before - Coventry on the other hand...
The talk on the terraces was of how England could cock things up. The Brighton contingent struggled to recall a game in which they'd seen the Seagulls throw away a three goal lead before so if/when the inevitable happened, it would be a first for us. Sara had seen Coventry do it so this wouldn't quite be uncharted territory for her.

Spain did come close to completing a comeback. Paco Alcacer beat Pickford and then Ramos headed home with the final touch of the game for 3-2. Previously England sides might have crumbled in a second half under such Spain pressure, but this version did what was necessary to get over the line.

A scoreboard you don't see everyday
Not even a 45 minute lock in could dampen the England sections spirits after that
 Some pundits compared it to the victory over Germany in Berlin two years ago and while that was a fantastic night in the Olympic Stadium, this felt different. Roy Hodgson’s side on that occasion weren't so young and lacking in international experience. There didn't seem much that they could learn from winning that game, especially as there was a sense that Germany had thrown it away rather than England winning it.

To storm into a three goal lead away against a side who have been in relentless form since the World Cup and then manage and see off the game was a very different type of result. It gave players with few caps invaluable experience and after a run to the last four in Russia in which England were accused of never meeting a decent team, proved they do have what it takes to compete with the best in the world. All of that made this one of the greatest England away games in recent times.

Not even an unnecessary 45 minute lock in and a three mile walk back to the city centre afterwards could dampen the mood. Nor could the attitude of a fat Spanish waiter, ironically the spitting image of Rafa Benitez, trying to refuse service of beer to any England fans who didn't order a main meal in his bar. His mood wasn't improved by everyone buying drinks at the bar, taking them to a table and then pretending to spend the next half hour looking at the menu.

Seville Cathedral in all her Monday night glory
After abandoning Rafa and his fascist attitude without having been forced into forking out £40 for food, we discovered that Seville has something for everyone, even those who want to party all night long as we celebrated the win in a street full of bars drinking some strange sangria cocktails and Jagerbombs at €2 a pop to end the night.

Not a building you want t be climbing on a hangover
The views from the top over the rest of Seville were worth it though
The tomb of Christoper Columbus 
The Alcazar, the oldest royal palace still in use in Spain
With a further two days in Seville, we took the Lonely Planet approach and climbed the cathedral (not good on a hangover), wandered around the Alcazar and explored the area of Triana just across the river. Most intriguing was Torre del Oro which translates as the Golden Tower, so called because it was where every ship returning to Europe from the Americas had to dock and pay 50% of its cargo to the city. This was then reinvested in the beautiful architecture and stunning churches that make Seville so picturesque.

Torre del Oro, home of the 50% tax. Don't give Jeremy Corbyn ideas...
The home of the cities other club, Sevilla
Return visited needed to tick off Ramon Sanchez-Pizjuan Stadium
Our final stop was Sevilla's Ramon Sanchez-Pizjuan Stadium, only for it to turn out that tours weren't available on that particular day. The home of the Los Rojiblancos looked impressive from the outside and the fact we couldn't get in adds another reason to return to Seville.

The list keeps getting longer and that is perhaps the biggest endorsement Seville as a city can have. A man who previously disliked Spain now wants to return. Forget about that Lonely Planet recommendation, Seville has the coveted Scott McCarthy recommendation.

Spain: David De Gea, Jonny Castro Otto, Nacho, Sergio Ramos 1, Marcos Alonso, Thiago Alcantra, Sergio Busquets, Saul  Niguez (Paco Alcacer), Iago Aspas (Dani Ceballos),  Rodrigo Moreno (Alvaro Moratta), Marco Asensio.

England: Jordan Pickford, Kieran Trippier (Trent Alexander-Arnold), Harry Maguie, Joe Gomez, Ben Chilwell, Harry Winks (Nathaniel Chalobah), Eric Dier, Ross Barkley (Kyle Walker), Raheem Sterling 2, Harry Kane, Marcus Rashford.

Attendance: 50,355

Thursday, 28 June 2018

England v Belgium. 28/06/18

"They don't seem to have 'Ra Ra Rasputin' available for karaoke, which I guess isn't a surprise given he was poisoned, shot and thrown in a river less than a mile away"

England 0-1 Belgium. Kaliningrad Stadium.
Thursday 28/06/18
The best thing about holding a World Cup in Russia, aside from the fantastic party the hosts have put on, is that for the duration of the tournament you can visit the Russian Federation without having to hand over a significant wad of cash for the privilege.

Any other time of the year, a standard tourist visa to enter the country weighs in at £108.40. It's even more expensive should you want to visit the exclave of Kaliningrad as it's position on the Baltic Sea, separated from the rest of Russia by the Baltic States, means that you technically have to leave and then re-enter the country to get there. To do that, you need a "double entry visa" at the cost of £151.40. What does President Putin think we are, made of money?

With a Fan ID however, available to anybody who wants to visit Russia for the World Cup, no visa fee is necessary and you can travel anywhere in Russia. Given that I'd always wanted to visit Saint Petersburg but could never justify paying over 100 notes to do so, this was fantastic news. When the draw was made and threw up England v Belgium in Kaliningrad, it became even better. A few days in Saint Petersburg followed by a few days in the home of the Baltic Fleet? Sign me up.

Luckily, I had left my firearm behind ahead of the
overnight train to Saint Petersburg
Saint Petersburg is located 692 miles away from Nizhny Novgorod were we were travelling from following England's 6-1 win over Panama 24 hours earlier, which meant it was the perfect opportunity to partake in one of the greatest experiences you can have when travelling around Eastern Europe - the overnight sleeper train.

This one was particularly brutal, setting off from Nizhny at 1.58pm local time on Monday and arriving in Saint Petersburg at 12.05pm on Tuesday, a mere 22 hours and seven minute journey that cost a ridiculously low £46.29 for a bed in an open carriage. Boris Johnson and the rest of the government may be busy slating the Russians, but Chris Grayling should get his incompetent posterior out to Russia as soon as possible to see how a railway should be run.

The luxurious carriage for the 22 hour train trip
to Saint Petersburg
Not only does our erstwhile Transport Secretary think it is acceptable to pay £26.70 for an hours trip from Brighton to London, but he also reckons that it is okay for that service to involve not having a seat and being crammed in like a sardine. To further highlight the absolute shower that our railways are compared to Russia, we arrived into Saint Petersburg dead on arrival time despite the distance. No need for delay repay on Russian railways.

The journey itself was your typical overnight trip, people sharing food and drinks and stories with each other as if they were old friends as opposed to recently acquainted folk who had been thrown together in a train carriage with no air conditioning as the temperature topped 30 degrees.

Beer and the rolling Russian countryside
There were two particular characters I got chatting to in order to while away the time. The first was a very friendly Russian chap who bizarrely kept his sunglasses on for the entire time he was on the train, which was approximately the first four hours. Obviously, we talked about football and I found it strange that for such a passionate fan of Russia - and Chelsea - he wasn't watching their game on his mobile, given they were in action against Uruguay at the time. When I asked him why, he didn't seem to have an answer so I presumed something was lost in translation as his English was not great and my Russian non-existent bar "placebo", which means thank you if you're interested.

I put this lack of watching Russia down to the poor mobile signal, and then we talked about England's chances and how well they had played against Panama, after which I showed him some photos on my phone of the previous day in Nizhny Novgorod. It was only when he got up to alight from the train and pulled out a white stick that I realised he was in fact blind. Needless to say, asking a blind man why he wasn't watching something and then showing him photos wasn't my finest moment.

I'd just about managed to remove my foot from my mouth when his replacement rocked up, an older Russian man complete with his family of older teenagers in tow. He didn't speak a word of English but had pretty good German, so we were able to strike up some form of conversation in the mother tongue of the Fatherland. Soon, he was sharing some home made bread item packed with onions with me and the rest of his clan. The trolley women came along, sold us all a beer and then the ticket collector came along and told us no drinking on the train. You can have that one actually Mr Grayling, you don't get that on Southern.

UNESCO World Heritage Site Saint Petersburg
It was a surprisingly good nights sleep given that it was like sleeping in an oven and after arrival in Saint Petersburg, it was off to explore Russia's finest city. The architecture is absolutely stunning with the Winter Palace - former home of the monarchy and now the world famous Hermitage Museum - the crowning jewel. The whole centre of the city is a UNESCO World Heritage site and with the crystal blue Neva River and what seemed like hundreds of gold-topped churches everywhere, it compares to anywhere in the world for beauty.

The Winter Palace, home of the Russian monarchy and now the
Hermitage Museum 
The Neva River

Stunning Saint Petersburg
It's also bloody big. When you travel to most foreign places, you'll ask someone for directions and they'll tell you it isn't walk-able, you'll need a bus or metro. Then it turns out it is only 10 minutes away by foot. In Saint Petersburg, it was the complete opposite. You'd look at a map and see for example the palace were Rasputin was murdered wasn't that far away, an hour and a half later and you'd still be walking towards it.

Argentinian fans were out in force ahead of their
game with Nigeria
Pervert for me, please
Over 10km was covered in an afternoon but all that walking was made fun by the electric atmosphere in the city. Argentina were taking on Nigeria that night at the Saint Petersburg Stadium and there were tens of thousands of blue and white striped shirts everywhere you looked. I met up with our fellow Brighton contingent for dinner and then to watch the game in an outside pop up bar as Argentina squeaked through thanks to a Marcos Rojo goal in the last minute.

A pop up outside bar for Argentina v Nigeria

And "a few quiet drinks" turns into some significant partying with the
Argies and the Nigerians
After that, we hit a few more local watering holes for a "few quiet drinks". Needless to say, once the Argies returned from the stadium and into town the "quiet drinks" were out the window as the party really got started. The vodka was flowing and soon we hit a karaoke bar, where disappointingly 'Ra Ra Rasputin' was not an available song selection. This should hardly have come as a surprise given he was poisoned, shot and then thrown in the river less than a mile from the bar.

We read lots about how Russian elections are rigged and while there is no doubt that Vladimir Putin has had his opposition bumped off or barred from standing against him on spurious terms, if this karaoke bar taught us anything other than not to sing about homeless drunks who bought down the royal family, it is that he would win a fair election regardless of who stood against him.

Greatest t-shirt ever? And only £8
The Russians were all very non-plussed about six English blokes taking over with renditions of Delilah and Taylor Swift songs until one Russian got up to sing. It turned out his choice was a song about Putin, complete with a cartoon video of him doing various masculine things. All of a sudden, the place went mad as people began joining in, singing, clapping and dancing along. And all this in Saint Petersburg, one of the supposedly more liberal, anti-Putin cities. All of a sudden, my decision to part with £8 for a t-shirt of Putin seductively removing sunglasses with the caption "From Russia, with Love" and a calendar with him in various poses including firing a gun and fishing was very much justified.

The party continues
Saint Petersburg, where the sun never goes down - literally. This was
taken at 4am in the morning on the way back to the hotel

The other noticeable thing about Saint Petersburg other than her size and beauty is that the sun never sets - quite literally. This can make it an absolute nightmare when it comes to time keeping, as rolling out of a bar into bright sunshine at 4am in the morning can attest to. The people of the city never seem to sleep either, my hour-and-a-half walk home taking in restaurants still open with people sat outside eating dinner despite it being the same time that the average milkman starts his rounds.

This sunlight and every-restaurant-being-open situation allowed for a 7am kebab breakfast on the way back to the hotel and a few hours sleep before the flight to Kaliningrad. Saint Petersburg had instantly charted into the top five cities I've ever been, but the Kaliningrad was a completely different kettle of fish. As soon as you entered the city, which foreigners were banned from until the fall of the Soviet Union, it is a very different feel. This is hardly surprising given that until the end of World War II it had belonged to Germany. The area was given to the victorious Russian's, the ethnic population were largely shipped out and lots of Soviet's moved in.

Stuffed bear at Saint Petersburg airport,
as you do...
Glad to be here, amber region

It's pre-Russian past gives it a very Germanic feel. Plenty of the street and building names are still in German - we were staying in the Fredrich Hotel for example. The architecture is very German and even the culture, with our dinner on arrival and breakfast the following morning consisting of German cheese and sausages and German beer. You don't feel as if you are in Russia in Kaliningrad - rather than photos of Putin everywhere, it's all about Peter the Great. There is even a gay bar, "the best pub in Kaliningrad" according to one local. As an added bonus, the sun also sets, leaving no excuse for being in a pub until 4am in the morning. Shame.

Just a bowl of cheese for dinner for me
German breakfast...
Given it's close proximity to Poland and with that the ease of travel from England, there were far more Three Lions supporters in Kaliningrad than had been in Nizhny Novogrod, while the Belgian's had bought their fair share too. The crosses of St George and Belgian flags were flying everywhere around the pretty city square, around the corner from which we found the best pub of the trip. Located in an underground bunker, it had pictures of Vladimir Lenin and Josef Stalin on the walls, artillery shells decorating the shelves and replica army coats and hats for patrons to wear while they drank. Even better than the decor was that it was 90p a beer - served from a 2 litre plastic bottle - and 60p a vodka shot.

The greatest pub in the world - a big portrait of
Lenin on the wall
"Wear an authentic army hat and hold an authentic army
shell while you enjoy your 90p pint"

We left the bunker once to visit a couple of bars down by the beautiful riverside but returned within an hour  such was the bunkers brilliance and it was from here that we undertook the 20 minute walk to Kaliningrad Stadium, high-fiving and posing for pictures with locals along the way.

The ground is located on an island outside the city centre on wasteland, with quite literally nothing around it. One of the big problems with building new stadiums specifically for World Cup's is what becomes of them afterwards, and that certainly looks to be the case here.

Kaliningrad Stadium, build in the middle of nowhere
The stadium currently holds just shy of 34,000 across two tiers - a smaller Allianz Arena, including its location surrounded by nothing - which is set to be reduced to 25,000 after the World Cup. The local side are FC Baltika Kaliningrad who play in the second tier and their average attendance last season was 4,594. It doesn't take a Diane Abbott to work out that it could end up becoming a very big, white elephant.

This place will unfortunately have just 4,000 rattling around in
it next season
Which is a shame as it is a nice ground and they went through quite the ordeal to build it. It's situated on marshland which had to be stablised and compacted before construction and then it was discovered they were actually building on top of infrastructure of pre-war buildings that nobody knew existed. Such was the damage that Kaliningrad suffered under a combination of British bombing, the Nazi's fleeing and the advancement of the Red Army, the structures had been quite literally wiped from the map.

Two tiered all the way around, we were located in the lower tier behind the goal with a brilliant view of the action. Not that you needed one as with Belgium and England already qualified for the knockout stages, both sides sent out weakened teams and the result was a turgid game won 1-0 by Adnan Januzaj's strike.

Lots more England in Kaliningrad for this one

England Reserves v Belgium Reserves - not what we had in mind
when forking out £80 a ticket
A fierce debate seems to have raged at home about whether Gareth Southgate was right to pick a reserve side, but if you asked supporters of both teams in Kaliningrad whether they felt selecting second choice players was the right thing to do, 95% of those there would say no. Not only did it feel slightly disrespectful to all of us who'd spent time and money getting to Kaliningrad  - the cheapest match ticket was £86 - but the World Cup is only seven games long and why derail the momentum both sides had built up so far?

Perhaps us England fans are still scarred by Roy Hodgson changing his team to rest players against Slovakia in Euro 2016, only to see us knocked out in the next round by Iceland, but it just didn't feel like the right thing to do. Still, if Harry Kane ends up lifting the World Cup in the Luzhniki Stadium in two weeks, nobody will care nor remember that we had to watch the stiffs play out a dull encounter in a dead rubber.

After the game, just like in Nizhny it felt like the whole city had come out to party with the football fans in town. Bars were packed, people were singing and smiling and you'd never have guessed that we were in the very same place from where Russia could probably kick off World War III with their Baltic Fleet. Presumably, those commanding that fleet don't drink the local vodka. It's strong, I'll say that much.

The border with the EU - hide your Novichok

A painful experience, crossing back into Poland -
especially when you're wearing a Soviet hat in 30 degrees because it won't
fit in your bag
The following morning it was up bright and early for the five hour bus from Kaliningrad to Gdansk, Poland. This involved a long wait at border control to pass back into the EU, two hours but which felt more like a lifetime given the heat on the bus and the hangovers kicking in. Thankfully, the border police could find no traces of Novichok on us or discover the obscene amount of Putin merchandise being bought across the border, which no doubt would have marked me out as a newly-anointed Russian agent.

The sole Polish flag after their elimination from the World Cup

We had a few hours in Gdansk to have a brief look at the old town and take some photos of the sole Polish flag the locals hadn't torn down in disgust at their own disappointing showing in the tournament before another flight to Warsaw and then homeward bound to Heathrow.

Southern Rail, clearly wanting to impress having heard so many good things about my Russian train experience, put on quite the welcoming party by cancelling a load of trains out of Victoria and that meant an eventual return home at 2.30am - just the 22 hours after setting off from the hotel in Kaliningrad. What was it about this trip and ridiculous journeys?

And that bought the curtain down on my World Cup adventure - for now, at least. Will there be a part three of McCarthy's Football Travels in Russia? I've got a ticket to the final, conditional on the Three Lions making it. Over to you, England...

England: Jordan Pickford, Phil Jones, John Stones (Maguire), Gary Cahill, Trent Alexander-Arnold (Danny Welbeck), Ruben Loftus-Cheek, Eric Dier, Fabian Delph, Danny Rose, Marcus Rashford, Jamie Vardy.

Belgium: Thibaut Courtois, Leander Dendoncker, Dedryck Boyata, Thomas Vermalen (Vincent Kompany), Nacer Chadli, Youri Tielemans, Mousa Dembele, Thorgan Hazard, Adnan Januzaj 1 (Dries Mertens), Marouane Fellani, Michy Batshuayi.

Attendance: 33,973