I have never been a football fan, yes, I like it when Liverpool win, and shamefully rejoice when Manchester United lose, but really, I am not a fan. However this year it is different. For a start the World Cup has been on constantly in our house. Hubby is thankfully recovering well from his surgery and enjoying convalescing in the Summer sun with footie as the soundtrack to his return to wellness.
This actually was quite annoying at first, until I noticed what was happening all around me. Social media posts showing friends and their children watching the beautiful game and for once it seems England is winning. The smiles and laughter of the children, all of whom believe that their team can win, well it is quite magical. Then I watch the after match interviews, so much less stressful than actually watching a match and I notice that not only are they winning, they are doing it with good grace and humility, not to mention smart waistcoats. Gone, it seems, are the egos, the big men who have always put me off the sport. Those days it seems are done. Now we have a team, no one more is important than another, and for that I thank them all. Win or lose to showcase kindness, team spirit and friendship on the world stage is impressive. These guys are role models, and for once our children, girls and boys alike have people who are decent and honest to look up to. No matter what happens next it has been worth it.
As the excitement of today’s match dwindles, and talk turns to the next one, this time a real chance to do something wonderful, I am thinking of another football team. Young men and boys, passionate for their sport, together as a team on a day out. A young manager, keen to give them fun experiences led them into a cave, two weeks ago, and they are still there today. Thankfully brave rescuers have found them and are working hard to bring them home. It is a tricky task, deep under ground with waters rising, this team literally are in peril.
So, as we hear our countrymen and women singing the Three Lions song, I will be hoping that another team on the other side of the world will soon be coming home, that parents and loved ones will be able to hug them and scold them and then, quietly get on with the rest of their lives.
Let’s all hope that Football really is coming home soon.