I was 17yrs old, and watched the game alone on a 14inch black and white TV at home. My dad was working and my mum had gone out shopping. I don't really recall there being the hype, that there is today. Perhaps we were more restrained in those days. Went out after the game for an illegal pint. My local was run by a neighbour, who knew my age, but on this occasion turned a blind eye. Went to the cinema a few weeks later to watch the game in colour. What a treat that was. From 14inch b and w to glorious Cinemascope. Being World Champions was such a big deal then, and players like Moore, Charlton, Hurst, Peters etc were like Gods to my generation. Best of luck for tonight guys
One thing I miss from those early days is the sense that the World Cup was totally special. For a short while we got to see players whose names we had never heard of (except for a few Brazilians), and who seemed to play a completely different style of football. If my memory serves me well, commentators called the South American style slow-slow-quick-quick-slow in comparison to the more energetic European style. We got to have proper villains (cheating Italians, brutal Argentinians, etc) and it felt like Dorothy going to Oz for a short while. Nowadays there's a global style and Brazil basically play the same as Italy or Denmark, we know all the names because we see them on TV every week, everyone cheats, and instead of banging the TV to fix the vertical hold, I have my TV automatically telling me it is going to shut down unless I hit some button on one of the remotes bang in the middle of the penalty shoot out! I really enjoyed this 2020 tournament enormously, though.
I was 13, and staying with an Irish aunt in Swansea. Have to say the locals didn't seem as pleased as I was.
Haha I always used to laugh at my dad having ointments or clothes older than me sounds like you and him would get on. You'd be able to bond over your mutual love of Norwich City and ancient underwear!
I was in the RAF and on the island of Labuan, off the coast of Borneo. 22 years old at the time. Listened to BBC world service while on a beach called Surrender Point ( Japs surrendered there ).
Jeez. You might've worked alongside my late father. He'd have been 21. I was just 23 days old at BMH.
BMH in Singapore? Went there several times (was actually stationed at RAF Seletar on Singapore, Labuan on detatchment)>
Yep, Singapore. Now Alexandra Hospital. Aware of the history, I first went back there in 2008 age 41. My father served in Penang, Singapore and Borneo. I collected the Pingat Jasa Malaysia on his behalf. His last posting was in Norwich in 1974 when I was eight. It was from then that Norwich City FC captured my heart despite me going onto to live elsewhere.
