Welcome to Tuchel time, that sunlit epoch of Teutonic splendour promised by the FA and for which we have all been waiting. Sentences like this will make his ears curl, of course, but better that than the nascent creep of frustration and despair.

Before the blossoming of Belgrade, only Thomas Tuchel could see the future. Now we are all believers, the euphoria of a thrilling 5-0 victory washing all the way from the Danube to the Thames.

The win was convincing for the notable upshift in atmosphere as much as the goals, even if the opposition were overstated.

Players enjoying themselves in an England shirt, setting about the oppo with real intent is all anybody ever asked.

Now the appetite has been whetted, Tuchel’s issue is two-fold, keeping a sense of proportion and deciding whom to disa

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