Going Home or Coming Home weekend?
Each of us have lived through some momentous occasions, the gift of life, witness to some historical act that shall be recorded in the annals of history never to be forgotten. Every ‘where were you?’ moment a testament to the never ending sands of time, a personal memory to get passed on or not.
The Moon Landing,,,The Twin Towers,,,San Francisco earthquake,,,Pearl Harbour,,,Elvis passed away,,,
And last but not least, our own very special ‘where were you?” Lisbon.
Yep, some days just get etched into your brain whether you like it or not.
I think I can safely predict, tomorrow will be one of those occasions no matter the outcome.
At the historical Wembley stadium on Sunday, we shall watch one Nation break hearts, or one break it’s duck.
The last time Italy defeated England on English soil it cost the infamous Boudicca her army and her life. This time it’s 60 million hearts, Southgate reputation, and a knighthood on the line. How desperate can they get?
And just like a wall of Roman Cavalry with shields locked, the continents finest defense will pride itself in it’s ability to not be breached, to repel attack after attack, to stand tall and resolute during what could become one of their finest hours.
The passion for defending still exists in those lands, is still celebrated.
And defend they must, for a blind beggar in Timbuktu could see attacking players with the ball at your feet, taking them on, is very productive and helps put the defender on edge. Driving at that fabled Italian defense at pace via Sterling and friends will surely be the tactic of the day.
They do have a strong bench, can pass, can play with purpose, and would cause any team problems right now.
Never went all the way though.
Imagine the anxiety that would engulf their team, dugout and their sacred ground of Wembley should Johnny foreigner have the tenacity to arrive and actually take the lead in a major final?
Yes they do have a bit of morale I admit and would find some fight, but as a rule Italians only need one goal.
One goal and every trick in the book comes out, every you’ve gotta be kidding me dive, every wind yer neck in broken ankle. The smart possession game is second nature to Italians, tactical substitutions pre strengthening possible attack points par for the course.
If there’s one nation you would bet on to see out a lead it’s Italy, full stop.
Thats surely their basic plan, but if necessary they have a successful penalty shootout under the belt, I dont rate Pickford much and think England sink like a brick at pens, Wembley or not.
Having said all that, it’s only fair we look at the other option.
Wall to wall coverage does not begin to cover it. Should Engerland win, it will naturally take on Brexit connotations.
To walk out of Europe having bested ‘them all’ would only feed more into the growing trend of nationalism.
‘Better than them’, ‘Don’t need them’,
And of course ‘The World Cups next!’ shall become the chant.
I’m not going to be the one to spoil that dream and explain any pale skin, cold weather nation hasn’t a chance in the dessert.
I thankfully wasn’t born during either the Blitz, the Battle of Britain, nor when they actually won the World Cup.
I’m glad I wasn’t.
Whilst once The Empire was indeed a global powerhouse with worldwide vassals, slowly but surely they have cast away their former alliances.
The media in particular are in a quandary in that it’s such a small island with not enough of note happening, yet there is a huge media machine that demands constant information and news.
As a result once a character associated with England gains some type of recognition on the world stage , the press pack go into overdrive.
This can be positive ala Tom Hardy and The Spice Girls,, or as Meghan found out may discover negative stories sell better and see their souls for the filthy lucre.
The famous British press pack are struggling, Covid stopped shop sales, internet has exploded with fan media a major factor, and they could really do with a shot in the arm.
So could the pubs,,the restaurants, the high street.
Engerland winning this competition would be their ultimate manna from heaven.
Pullouts, exclusives from the winning camp, posters for the kids wall, sticker collections, special jerseys designed the lot.
The Winning Whopper? You got it.
The footlong Euro Champ with everything? What kind of bread Sir?
Sir Southgate to Royal Madrid?
The Southgate Stand?
Everything’s on the table, a designer and merchandisers dream come true, if they win of course.
And ‘if’ might just be the biggest word in football.
Forza Italia. All roads lead to Rome.