The Summer of Sixty Six – Part One

They say that if you remember the sixties

You weren’t there

If you don’t remember sixty six

You weren’t born

Or you’re not English.

It was our special summer

A summer never to be forgotten

To be followed by fifty years of hurt

And still counting.

It was the year that football came home

The World Cup came to England

But, to my mortification

I wasn’t there.

July 66 and of all places to be

You find me living in Germany.

As the events of that summer

Slowly unfold

Here’s my slant on the story

That’s often been told.

From a small English enclave

In a small German town

Enjoying the triumph

On foreign ground.

And history is traveling

As some of you know

To a Wembley finale.

Against the old foe.

To be continued.

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