The Agony Of The England Soccer Fan

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: