On the edge of history
I was minus 27 days old when England won the World Cup in 1966. I am told there was a lot of commotion, but I slept through it all, not even a kick.
I am lucky enough to be going to Wembley tomorrow for England’s most current crack at bringing a major trophy home. I will head into town early for another travel enforced Covid test, throw my bags in a hotel room near to the famous stadium, and then meet mid afternoon with three others to have a couple of warm ups.
Tomorrow’s winner will play Italy who came through a captivating semi-final against Spain tonight with only penalties separating the old Mediterranean rivals.
After practicing pretty steadfastly the 2m rule, I am sure being in the company of 60,000 others will at first seem strange, but in my time I have literally stood in stranger’s pockets on rammed and dangerous terraces and I’m excited to be part of a scintillating and passionate atmosphere as England stand on the edge of history again.
Last time I was at Wembley was in May 2019. There were over 76,000 fans at that game and the roof nearly came off one end of the stadium. 90+4 and all that….
Never stopped me dreaming 🏴