WALES go marching on in France and their scarcely believable success, coupled with England’s failure, has led the British media to jump on the bandwagon ahead of Wednesday’s semi-final clash with Portugal.

Returning to the team base in Dinard on Sunday it was noticeable how many more people were in the queue for coffee and pastries at the media centre, with the big hitters from national TV, radio and newspapers all in attendance.

There have been 36 new arrivals since the weekend and inevitably the English media have been quick to draw parallels with Roy Hodgson’s team, who exited the tournament with defeat to Iceland last week.

Wales boss Chris Coleman has had to field questions about helping out the FA in the search for Hodgson’s successor and he was even asked if he fancied the job himself.

His response will be music to the ears of every Welsh fan.

After first smiling and then breaking into a laugh, Coleman said: "Not that I would get offered it anyway, but it's something that would never ever enter my thinking to be honest.

“I'm a Welshman through and through. At international football, it was only Wales and it would only ever be Wales.

“My next job after Wales, whenever that is, I quite fancy the chance of going abroad again.

“I think that's my best chance of managing in the Champions League. Because, if we're being honest, with Champions League football in the Premier League you're talking about the massive clubs and it's not something I think I'd get linked with.

“So my best chance of managing Champions League football would be abroad and it's an ambition of mine to do.

“To manage another country? No, I wouldn't. That's not something I would consider."

After Friday night’s battering of Belgium it’s clear that Coleman will not be short of job offers this summer.

Watching from the press seats at the Stade Pierre Mauroy we were all rubbing our eyes in disbelief as Hal Robson-Kanu did his best Johan Cruyff impression and punching the air when Sam Vokes settled matters.

It was a different scene entirely as I returned to my hotel just over the border in Belgium where I was comfortably the happiest man at breakfast the next morning.

My Flemish is non-existent but I caught the words ‘Marc Wilmots’ and noted the aggressive scraping of butter on toast.

Here’s hoping for similar scenes around Portuguese breakfast tables on Thursday morning.

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