Summer of Sixty Six – The Years of Hurt

It ended like this once but perhaps, just perhaps there’ll be a new chapter??!!!

The story ends there

Or perhaps it goes on?

For all the years since

Are filled with hurt.

It’s hard to be English

We invented these games

But when push comes to shove

It’s always the same.

We always get beaten

And at our own game.

And beat by the Germans

Again and again

They say we are arrogant

Expecting to win

But it’s more disappointment

And patience worn thin.

And so often in football

The team in the way

Has been the same Germans

We beat on that day.

There’ll be a new tournament

We get up our hopes

But sooner or later

We’re back on the ropes.

There have been odd occasions

Where we have come close

But when it comes to a shoot out

The Germans are best.

So the story ends there

But also goes on

As we dream of the trophy

We’ve only once won.

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Summer of Sixty Six -Part Seventeen

How long it all lasted

Is not easy to say

They found us a house

And we soon moved away.

But from similar experience

I’d take a guess

That the way it ended

Was something like this.

The adults moved in

And cancelled the joy

There’d be rules

Proper pitches and organised teams.

There’d be no creativity

Or players with flair

No playing for fun

In case you might lose.

In time the green spaces

Would be covered with signs

No running, no ball games

No boys on the grass.

And the games that made heroes

And heroes to be

Now carry a label

They are called ASB.

So all day football

Is no longer seen

Kids can’t go out

So they’re stuck

To a screen.

Winding down now – 2 more episodes.

Summer of Sixty Six – Part Seventeen

We’d won the World Cup

But they wanted it back!

So the games that we played

Would last all day.

There’d be big kids

And small kids

At different times

But the games that we played

Would never end.

And maybe we won

Or maybe we lost

I can’t really

Tell you and that’s

Because

We’d each keep the score

There’d be more than one

We each had our own

And believed we’d won.

Three figure scores

Would be the norm.

With jumpers for goal posts

Or maybe a tree

We’d fight to defend

That victory.

They couldn’t speak English

We couldn’t speak Deutsch

The game did the talking

And that was enough.

It didn’t get nasty

It didn’t get rough

But agreeing on rules

Was sometimes tough.

We still thought

And with scores to settle

The Germans were out

To test our mettle.

So I played for my country

And in a small way

I feel like part

Of that history.

Not quite through yet. Where will this end?

Summer of Sixty Six – Part Sixteen

We’d won the World Cup

But they wanted it back!

So the games that we played

Would last all day.

There’d be big kids

And small kids

At different times

But the games that we played

Would never end.

And maybe we won

Or maybe we lost

I can’t really

Tell you and that’s

Because

We’d each keep the score

There’d be more than one

We each had our own

And believed we’d won.

Three figure scores

Would be the norm.

With jumpers for goal posts

Or maybe a tree

We’d fight to defend

That victory.

They couldn’t speak English

We couldn’t speak Deutsch

The game did the talking

And that was enough.

It didn’t get nasty

It didn’t get rough

But agreeing on rules

Was sometimes tough.

We still thought a shoulder barge

Quite okay

And didn’t leave goalies

To have their own way.

‘Englander fussball’

Is what we would say.

They’d say ‘Deutschlander football’

And tug on your shirt.

We played against Germans

From miles around.

Aggrieved by that goal

And with scores to settle

The Germans were out

To test our mettle.

So I played for my country

And in a small way

I feel like part

Of that history.

Not quite through yet. Where will this end?

Summer of Sixty Six- Part Sixteen

 

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There’s one minute left

The English ahead

The Desperate Germans

Threw all that they had

Their one last chance

To level the score.

Moore from the back

Spots Hurst is free

He picks him out

With a perfect pass.

Some spectators 

Excited 

Have come on the pitch.

Hurst blasts the ball

As hard as he can.

And to everyone’s joy

It’s into the net.

The commentary’s famous

Won’t be forgotten,

“And here comes Hurst,

Some people are on the pitch

They think it’s all over

It is now! It’s four!

So Hurst is our hero

He has three

And England’s 

Is the victory.

But If you think it’s all over

It isn’t yet!

For England’s heroes

The game was won.

But for the kids of Wickrath

It had just begun!

Emphatically Wrong (Triolet)

You’re most emphatically wrong

You haven’t got it right

Your arguments far from strong

You’re most emphatically wrong

Dismissing it won’t take long

You’re clearly not that bright

You’re most emphatically wrong

You haven’t got it right.

via EMPHATICALLY

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