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9TH September, 2015
A bit dubious watched the England V Switzerland game on TV last night. Dubious because, while I appreciate the amazing talents of the international-set players I have precious little time for the often too-casual, lacking in pride antics of these sometime prima-donna stars who subvert their skills with, well, frankly cheating (diving, moaning at the officials, protesting and general petulant behaviour). Why else would we be reduced to the referee needing to use a spray to mark the distance between free kick position and the defenders?
But there was a good chance that the match might see a record broken. Wayne Rooney, in the San Marino game scored his forty ninth England goal (to bring him level with Bobby (now Sir Bobby) Charlton’s long standing record) and could possibly become our all-time leading scorer in the game this evening.
Within minutes Febian Delph goes down: apparently having pulled a hamstring. Really? Did he not warm up enough? Was he carrying the injury anyway ? In which case why was he chosen? At this level – and I am sorry for the player – but this is just crazy. Harsh … and hey, what do I know?
But the remainder of the first half was dull. Switzerland looking good on occasions, England being very professional and cool. We have qualified for the final stages of this competition (Euro finals) in France next summer, so need not be frantic about it. But, a little bit of pride eh boys?
I almost decide to watch something else – anything else actually – but my mother is desperate to see Switzerland (yes, you read that correctly: Switzerland!) win. So we watch the second half. Because she is egging the cuckoo clock makers on I suddenly become extremely patriotic – and Harry Kane (Spurs striker who scored twenty for Tottenham last year but has not scored this time round for his club) neatly drills one into the net.
“Come on England!”
It is not just the goal, they are actually better in this second half. I become aware of the fact that, back when I started watching football leading clubs in the upper leagues (what was then the First Division – now the Premier league) had far different tactics to clubs like Walsall in the lower echelons we generally just lumped it up and hoped somebody would latch on to it, ride the tackles – and score.
No longer. England are playing the same way Walsall have done in every game so far this season: defenders passing carefully across the pitch, midfielders holding, passing back, tracking back, tackling back, keeping possession (I believe it is currently called “game management”) then spotting a longer opening-up pass. Different quality obviously, but essentially the same range of skills.
Rooney is playing a modest, dropping back role, not at all impatient to get that prestigious goal, but Sterling takes a tumble (no more in my eyes) and the ref blows up: penalty!
And the attention is all on Wayne Rooney. He looks steely, if not completely calm, short couple of steps … unleashes a corker that … flies into the back of the net …
… and we have a new record holder. Now I have no idea what the goal scoring records are for other nations, but this is a special moment. The celebrations are short lived but Rooney, now in his er more mature years and deservedly England captain is modesty personified. Short, humble speech in the dressing room. He has, like most of us do, grown from the cocky, brash youngster and is now, though it seems strange to be typing this on of the game’s elder statesmen. With this comes the responsibility of passing on his experience to those coming up through the ranks. He can do this now with the respect that being the all-time goal scorer for his country deserves: the old king is dead, long live the new one!
Speaking of which – and I will not be publishing this before 5.30 p.m. which is the Buckingham Palace calculated time at which Queen Elizabeth II will become our longest-ever reigning monarch. Since her great-grandmother Queen Victoria. As a child at primary school I remember having the Victorian Empire and the fact that she was our longest – and likely to be always so – reigning monarch pushed at me at, it seemed every possible opportunity … and now (or rather at 5.30 p.m.) that will all change and, if they get to be told anything at all in schools kids will have a new fact to toy with. Sixty three years, seven months and three days – and still counting!
She is the only queen that I – and so many others have ever known – so it seems normal and, while I went through a phase of complete disinterest in the whole question of monarchy: good or bad, I can now state that I am proud of the system that gives us the figurehead, the traditions and, not least the income drawing potential. Queen Elizabeth has come to represent stability and grasp change during her reign – in times when the world itself has progressed, not always easily and she has worked hard to meet, understand and serve the nation, the Commonwealth and the world on its way to now.
She will not make a big fuss during the day we are told, but will be business-as-usual in Edinburgh to open a railway service to the Scottish borders. Taking care of business? You bet!