Harry's Boy
Vital Reserves Team
Delighted that the World Cup build up has been so muted and that the hysteria of home support has yet to kick in. However, I’ve got the lad’s wall chart up and I’m being carried along by his enthusiasm. Bit like me when I was his age, he basically has a ball at his feet pretty much every waking hour. His under 10 team won the plate final of their tournament yesterday, so you can imagine how keyed up he is for The Big ‘Un.
Anyway, seeing him pouring over the squads and absorbing every news or rumour reminded me of my first real World Cup. I have a vague memory of 1966 but I’m sure what I really remember is the many reruns of it and of course, the film ‘Goal!’. No, my first real World Cup was the 1970 tournament. Despite the obvious disappointment of leading West Germany by two goals and still going out, I remember what to this day for me, remains the most complete football team I’ve ever seen. That Brazil side under Socrates probably made me fall in love with the game - Something which continues to frustrate me and annoy me to this day.
So, for a few weeks, I’m hoping that the ghastly existence of Ashley can vanish and my boyhood delight in the beautiful game can return. I’ll be watching lots of games not featuring England; though obviously hoping they do well, I think the best they can do is go out in the QF’s to either Brazil or Germany. We’ve got Friday evening pencilled in as a no-misser. Portugal v Spain! Hoping that they really go for it and entertain the socks off us.
We’re up for it here in Harry’s House.
Anyway, seeing him pouring over the squads and absorbing every news or rumour reminded me of my first real World Cup. I have a vague memory of 1966 but I’m sure what I really remember is the many reruns of it and of course, the film ‘Goal!’. No, my first real World Cup was the 1970 tournament. Despite the obvious disappointment of leading West Germany by two goals and still going out, I remember what to this day for me, remains the most complete football team I’ve ever seen. That Brazil side under Socrates probably made me fall in love with the game - Something which continues to frustrate me and annoy me to this day.
So, for a few weeks, I’m hoping that the ghastly existence of Ashley can vanish and my boyhood delight in the beautiful game can return. I’ll be watching lots of games not featuring England; though obviously hoping they do well, I think the best they can do is go out in the QF’s to either Brazil or Germany. We’ve got Friday evening pencilled in as a no-misser. Portugal v Spain! Hoping that they really go for it and entertain the socks off us.
We’re up for it here in Harry’s House.