Perhaps Jeremy Corbyn deserves some credit for resisting the most common response to the sheer tedium of the international break.

After all, it was perfectly natural, if not entirely rational, as news reports of pointless international fixtures filtered through on Friday night, to channel one’s boredom and apathy into demands for compensation.

At midnight on Friday, “Feed me copious amounts of Night Nurse intravenously so I can sleep for a week” felt almost like a reasonablesque policy.

But not Corbynesque. His official statement, as you would expect of the Leader of the Opposition, expressed understanding and even mild interest.

If he was seething with listlessness at the apparently needless Spain v England friendly that robbed him of a nice weekend spent watching the Arsenal, if he was biting his tongue to prevent himself demanding a full-scale military effort to wipe mid-season international friendlies off the map, then he managed to hide it well.

But of course such thoughts never entered his mind. To his supporters within his own party, this does him credit.

To the broader public, however, to those of us who felt – and still feel – impotent rage at having to wait a fortnight for top-flight club football, Corbyn’s description of Spain v England as “good practice” leaves us scratching our heads in bewilderment.

Now **** off, the lot of you.