This summer’s ‘festival of football’ – as every lazy TV pundit will no doubt be calling it – will be held in Germany, home of Bayern Munich, viciously potent lager and, er, uproarious comic mayhem.

Jokes about the infamous German sense of humour are, of course, cheap, unnecessary and about as fresh as a year-old loaf that’s been left in the sun. However, you know there’s a problem when even the natives start complaining.