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There are a lot of things that we would like to say at the end of the World Cup, of course, including:
“We were so wrong. “Of course.” Or “No, it wasn’t them, but it wasn’t them.”
“The best thing was to be watching a match on a Saturday evening with my son, who loves football” rather than “the best of all time for a World Cup team”.
“I really like football, and I thought that the World Cup should be about football” rather than “I liked it so much I kept watching on every day until we were out of contention”.
Here’s to you, Sir Alex Ferguson in his pomp, and all his other pomp.
“I really like football, and I thought that the World Cup should be about football” rather than “Oh, yes. It was so and so. I liked it so much I kept watching on every day until we were out of contention”.
“After a while, you get used to it, and you feel that way before too long.”
Or in other words: “I liked it so much I kept watching on every day until we were out of contention”.
The World Cup was a fantastic sport in my youth.
The sport was amazing and has to be credited with creating a new generation for the game, but the World Cup in particular has been an event to which I am no stranger.
On a Friday night, when I grew up, I used to go to a place called the Old Vic, which had a massive sports screen in the back and was where the first live football broadcast from outside England had taken place.
It was also an unlikely place to watch football, with the pitch in the middle and the stands on either side, but it was a place where the first English football team to win the World Cup was announced.
There has only been one other time when England won both the European Championships and one of the World Cups: the tournament itself.
And the last time we actually went to a World Cup in our country was in 1970.
That might seem a while ago, but to me it felt like yesterday. The stadiums were full, and the fans were so warm and emotional.