So this isn't a tutorial and I won't be

so this isn't a tutorial and I won't be checking if you're taking notes at the back or if you've done your prep.

But do you remember Potschifstroom?

Do you remember Nueano? And finally, do you remember the bottom of the ravine outside

Innsbruck near to the Parma Glacier, all of which represent the places Spain have stayed while

winning tournaments in the modern era. I ask you about that not just check up whether you've bought our

La Roja book which I have to say is to steal the modern word delicious. That's copyright

that's that's catch-braise left but it's a good one.

Today is the leaving of Donaw Ishingen, which is the source of the Danube,

and which is where Spain's Golf Hotel and FC Asin Training Ground has

been. We have been nearby about 25 minutes away in a place called Villengen-Sveningen.

And an absolutely delightful hotel called the romantic hotel.

Spelt with a K obviously you're laughing at me because you knew that.

Not if you followed Bumper, quite the place that I feel is appropriate for a full-on SAS combat against the

tournament because believe me nearly five weeks into six weeks into this

tournament it's it can feel like a slog at times. So the romantic

hotel has been awfully jolly but not fully catering to my needs. Indeed the

town's running where we are, our little team of four, would make

a British mainstream television light entertainment on a Saturday night in 1974 seem as exciting as a week spent with Pete

Doherty in the Baby Shambles era. That's how dull this place is.

I say that not in complaint,

but to build a picture for you as we here say goodbye to the site which has become a launch pad for Spain to get to the final in Berlin, back to Berlin,

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