Football's not coming home, Ian Broudie

Normally the giant flags in the crowds at Glastonbury pledge allegiance to things such as sausages and Dizzee Rascal, but this year they were a barometer of World Cup support. In fact, about the only place free of football paraphernalia was an eerily empty spot around the corner from the Dance Village normally reserved for staff camping. On Saturday this area was one of the few places you could swing a jester's hat without taking a steward's eye out. But on Sunday afternoon more than 30,000 England fans took a break from gigging to squint at a big screen perched atop a lorry there. As the sage words of Alan Hansen boomed across the field, the party atmosphere turned to despair with England's painful defeat. The day before, an implausibly huge crowd had assembled for the Lightning Seeds' midday slot on the Pyramid stage. After 45 minutes of mild applause, Ian Broudie softly started singing "It's coming home", and the sun-pelted fans sprang up to yell along to Three Lions. This afternoon, we wondered why he bothered.