The Tim Stillman column: No half measures

A few days on, I still do not feel despondent about Tuesday night's defeat. I have to say, when the final whistle sounded on Tuesday evening, I wasn't even that disappointed. Much like Paris in 2006, I had mentally prepared myself for defeat as soon as the red card came out- furnishing my cranium with soft fluffy pillows upon which to wallow and cushion the blow of elimination.

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