Commentary Looking at the Guardian recently, the house journal of the British woke intelligentsia, I noticed a picture of a soccer crowd at the current European championship—a crowd as overwhelmingly male as any meeting of atomic physicists. They looked so horrible and ugly, so brutish, that I assumed at once that they must have been English. Not a bit of it: they were Danish. One of them at the front of the crowd, with that kind of body-builder’s physique slightly run to fat (but still formidable), shaven-headed and tattooed from neck at least to the waist, his mouth wide open and his eyes full of aggression, looked like the kind of pre-Christian Danish warrior to whom Kipling referred in his poem Dane-geld: It is always a temptation to an armed and agile nation To call upon a neighbour and to say – ‘We invaded you last night – we are …