With the World Cup looming, Radio Five is asking folk to recall their favourite WC memories. (That’s not a prompt for George Michael jokes.) Here’s mine:
Being an old bugger, it’s from 1966. I saw at least one game at Old Trafford, Portugal v Hungary. Eusebio played for sure and I think Puskas came on as a sub, but I’m not totally sure. Whatever, Portugal won 3-1 and it was a great match to watch.
But that isn’t it. At our footie team’s greatest moment I was packed off on a school trip to France, to a place called Rotheneuf in Normandy which we called ‘Rotten Egg’ in our oh so funny first-former way.
No, the ’66 final I see in black and white, the commentary in French on the grainy set in Le Café Tabac, grumpy locals even grumpier as a bunch of lads danced down the road singing “Angle-terre, Angel-terre, Angel-terre” repeat ad infinitum