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

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2 comments… Add yours
  • Yorkshire Pudding 20th May 2006

    Jesus Mr Parrot, you are an old bugger! Sure you should be blogging? Perhaps you should be spending your evenings planning for retirement. Putting something aside for the funeral is also a good idea. I can say this because I think I am your age! In honour of this discovery I am going to put you on my blog list! How’s the back? How’s the athlete’s foot? How’s the eyesight? Ha! Ha!

  • Shooting Parrots 20th May 2006

    I am indeed an old bugger, though my back is fine, no athlete’s foot and my eyesight is as bad as it has always been! My left shoulder gives me some gyp though.


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