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Mails: Jose Mourinho has given me World Cup fever

Send your emails to theeditor@football365.com…   The feelgood summers of our youth have passed There’s been some interesting mails on the topic of England support over the last couple of days and how England might fare better if their fans would just get behind the team a bit more and I generally tend to agree. However, I’m more convinced it’s a societal thing in a cynical age. Everyone is so jaded these days, especially with regards to the England national team, after decades of repeated, abject failure. It seems to me that fewer people can bring themselves to truly care, or emotionally invest in the trials and tribulations of the England national team. It’s like “move along, nothing new to see here” because the bi-annual cycle of routine qualification + a few encouraging friendlies + early exit from tournament and rinse and repeat has left the casual fan worn down and world-weary. We tend not to buy into the hype now. Once bitten, twice shy… Yet I can remember the long, hot, (almost) glorious summers of 1990, ’96 and ’98 and how the public, on the whole, were right behind the team and almost spurred England onto footballing immortality, were it not for the dreaded penalty shoot-outs, which, back then, were fairly new, novel ways for England to lose a game of football. Just fire up YouTube, look at the Wembley crowds from Euro ’96 and try to argue that the rousing home support didn’t make a difference. With just a little more luck, ie Paul Gascoigne not fractionally checking his run after Alan Shearer’s centre across Kopke’s goal, England would have beaten Germany and would have had a great chance in the final. Alas, these are unfortunately not the sunny, optimistic ’90s any more. Those endless, balmy, heady summers with a tangible feelgood factor in the air are gone forever. Come to think of it, the soundtracks of World In Motion, Three Lions and Vindaloo have since been replaced by that sodding brass band farting out theme from “The Great Escape” and the national anthem throughout all 90 minutes of each and every insipid England performance! It’s all their fault! Get those fucks to stay away and watching England might not be such a chore again! We might even win a penalty shoot-out!* Lee, romantic nostalgist (*of course we wouldn’t – the psychological barrier is too ingrained now)   Mourinho has given me World Cup fever Always loved the World and European cups in spite of England sucking the joy out of most of the tournaments. It was a nice distraction from the club football that really mattered. But now I’ve become accustomed to the dirge Mourinho’s served up all season I find myself actually looking forward to watching this England side play. It’s a horrible feeling. Simon, MUFC   My confession: I like the England band I like the band. *takes cover* Everyone bitches and moans about crappy, quiet stadiums with no atmosphere, and then bitches and moans when a group of people try to do something about it. Why does everything have to be shit?! I actually enjoy watching England play. I don’t understand how some fans don’t get caught up in the excitement of it, even if it does mostly end in crushing disappointment. Watching games on massive screens in city centres with huge crowds is bloody brilliant, and doesn’t really happen in any other situation. I like watching England, and the band is always something that reminds me of watching England, therefore I like the band. Are the band crap? Yeah. Are the tunes crap? Yeah. But you’re not at a fucking gig. Who cares how good the bloody band are? It creates some atmosphere and makes half the crowd sing along, it signifies the you’re watching an England game, and as a result it’s fun. If you’re stuck listening for bum notes from the band or cursing the fact that they aren’t playing your favourite song then maybe you should try watching the football and enjoying the occasion instead. I’m just really excited about the World Cup. Ross, AFC London   Remembering Owen vs Argentina Jack asked if others have world cup memories to share. Wow. Just see teenager Michael Owen’s goal versus the then mighty Argentina 1998. Brian Moore the perfect commentary. He alone had the knack of saying what you were thinking rather than the bewildered and quite frankly weird commentary of Motty. David LFC   …and 1978 Jack asked if others have world cup memories to share. My best world cup memories are from 1978. A 10 year old David. The world cup was the only chance you got to see live football on TV with the exception of the FA Cup and European Cup final. It was like Christmas and birthdays rolled into one. England didn’t qualify but that didn’t matter, there was wall to wall footy! Memorable moments are Scotland’s Alan Rough pulling shapes around the actual trajectory of the ball as Peru’s Cubillas belted them home to a surprise victory. Rough gave rise to the popular oxymoron ‘Scottish goalkeeper’. The Scot’s final group game was against the imperius Dutch who made it to the final. Enter Archie Gemmill. Scoring a wonder goal Messi would have been proud of. Just type Archie Gemmill into your search engine and it will come up with his artistry with the bonus of the brilliant Brian Moore’s sublime commentary. Just watched the goal again. Like a fine wine it has aged well. Me and my mates all loved Argentina the eventual winners. If you lived in Ellesmere Port there was nothing quite as exotic. I seem to remember there being so much ticker tape, tickets and toilet roll on the pitches you could have been fooled it had just snowed or you had the annoying ‘snow’ on your TV from a poor aerial reception. Argentina had a mad and increasingly dubious result against Peru (check it out). The Peruvian goalkeeper made several erratic charges up the field only to repeatedly and crucially lose possession to leave the door open for Argentina to win more handsomely than the 4 clear goals they needed to qualify further. My Argentine hero Mario Kempes got a couple in the final for them to win. We were then all set for a summer of recreating Kempes’ goals in parks and our gardens. We would utter a belligerent ‘Kempes’ as our 10 year old selves self-commentated on our slotting it home between the jumper and the chopper bike goal-posts,...

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Published By: Fottball 365 - Wednesday, 6 June







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