Well, that’s England out of the World Cup then after a very close match that could have easily swung either way.
Oh no hang on, wrong channel.
Four – two to Germany (I know the official score was 4-1 but who’s counting). We were completely stuffed!
The hopes, the dreams, and the moments of unity that the sport supplies across my nation, have all gone again. Just for one short spell, after four years of waiting everything stopped in England and we all truly came together with one thing on our minds.
Men, kids and Women al sat and crossed fingers. It doesn’t matter whether you are normally a football fan or the staunchest of supporters, we all wanted the same thing.
We just wanted to win.
Nothing else has this effect. Prince William could marry Katie Price tomorrow and only three quarters of England would care. In 2003 our Rugby Team won the World cup in that sport and half of the Country celebrated. In 2005 we won the Ashes for the first time in 18 years, a quarter of England danced. The closest that my people have come to this level of excitement was in 2009 when Susan Boyle failed to win Britain’s Got Talent.
Football unites us more than anything else, even the continuing deaths of our Soldiers cannot raise even a portion of the interest. Football is something we all understand, something we all have played at some point. Every Child in Europe plays football at some point in the lives, every single one, no matter what sex they may be or how disabled, will be given a football to hold at some time. We might not all love football, we might not all follow it, but we all know it. And when we go into battle against the rest of the World at it then we damned well want to win at it.
For years to come, people will be talking about that goal. The goal that would have drawn us level towards the end of the first half. The goal that, in the end, meant the difference between being thrashed 4-1 and being thrashed 4-2. There is some credence in how these things alter the game of course. Had we come out in the 2nd half equal, we could have altered our game play a little; perhaps it could have made a difference.
Somehow I doubt it. After all we started the 1st half even but it wasn’t long before we were 2-0 down. At the end of the day the referee and his linesmen carry the shame for the farce of not seeing such an obvious goal, not our boys. However our boys need to address just how out classed they were by the Germans in that 2nd half, the ref cannot be blamed for that.
The thing is though, once we are out everything just slips back into reality. Life goes back to normal – nothing has changed.
Football is everything – but it is nothing.
The next morning, bills need paying the laundry needs doing, the soldiers are still dying. For ninety minutes we have an escape from all that, but straight afterwards life continues. Life goes back to normal because at the end of the day these games do not matter, they really don’t, they are just dreams.
Unfortunately people in other countries that have nothing like the pampered over paid and celebrity driven lifestyles of our Premiership stars (such as Argentina, Brazil and the rest), can dream just that little bit harder.
As much as it was a shame to see USA beat, how nice was it to see Ghana go through? There is a team working on dream power.
It really was exciting but now all we are going to be hearing about is sacking referees and managers. Get over it England. We were beat.
Now let’s sit back and watch the professionals show us how to win a World Cup!
Oh no hang on, wrong channel.
Four – two to Germany (I know the official score was 4-1 but who’s counting). We were completely stuffed!
The hopes, the dreams, and the moments of unity that the sport supplies across my nation, have all gone again. Just for one short spell, after four years of waiting everything stopped in England and we all truly came together with one thing on our minds.
Men, kids and Women al sat and crossed fingers. It doesn’t matter whether you are normally a football fan or the staunchest of supporters, we all wanted the same thing.
We just wanted to win.
Nothing else has this effect. Prince William could marry Katie Price tomorrow and only three quarters of England would care. In 2003 our Rugby Team won the World cup in that sport and half of the Country celebrated. In 2005 we won the Ashes for the first time in 18 years, a quarter of England danced. The closest that my people have come to this level of excitement was in 2009 when Susan Boyle failed to win Britain’s Got Talent.
Football unites us more than anything else, even the continuing deaths of our Soldiers cannot raise even a portion of the interest. Football is something we all understand, something we all have played at some point. Every Child in Europe plays football at some point in the lives, every single one, no matter what sex they may be or how disabled, will be given a football to hold at some time. We might not all love football, we might not all follow it, but we all know it. And when we go into battle against the rest of the World at it then we damned well want to win at it.
For years to come, people will be talking about that goal. The goal that would have drawn us level towards the end of the first half. The goal that, in the end, meant the difference between being thrashed 4-1 and being thrashed 4-2. There is some credence in how these things alter the game of course. Had we come out in the 2nd half equal, we could have altered our game play a little; perhaps it could have made a difference.
Somehow I doubt it. After all we started the 1st half even but it wasn’t long before we were 2-0 down. At the end of the day the referee and his linesmen carry the shame for the farce of not seeing such an obvious goal, not our boys. However our boys need to address just how out classed they were by the Germans in that 2nd half, the ref cannot be blamed for that.
The thing is though, once we are out everything just slips back into reality. Life goes back to normal – nothing has changed.
Football is everything – but it is nothing.
The next morning, bills need paying the laundry needs doing, the soldiers are still dying. For ninety minutes we have an escape from all that, but straight afterwards life continues. Life goes back to normal because at the end of the day these games do not matter, they really don’t, they are just dreams.
Unfortunately people in other countries that have nothing like the pampered over paid and celebrity driven lifestyles of our Premiership stars (such as Argentina, Brazil and the rest), can dream just that little bit harder.
As much as it was a shame to see USA beat, how nice was it to see Ghana go through? There is a team working on dream power.
It really was exciting but now all we are going to be hearing about is sacking referees and managers. Get over it England. We were beat.
Now let’s sit back and watch the professionals show us how to win a World Cup!
picture from Sky News
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