It’s in the blood, you know. Growing up, the year 1966 almost had the same resonance as 1940 in Britain. That was the year we really beat the Germans – in the World Cup, rather than the World War. The event shaped all of us – I was three at the time. And ever since, the fragile possibility of re-living that moment has always haunted the country. It still does:
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