Can’t win them all!
So, England is out of the World Cup! We didn’t put our stamp on football this time, but when I was a nipper, we put football on a stamp. That was in 1966 when England hosted the event. Here’s a sonnet that I wrote, remembering my excitement when England won … but for rather a strange reason! (PS I don’t collect stamps any more. The excitement proved too much for me!)
SONNET FOR ’66
From Bobby Moore to hat-trick star, Geoff Hurst,
Quite soon I knew each England player’s name:
The World Cup nineteen-sixty-six – my first.
On black-and-white TV we watched each game.
Then, in that gentle stamp collecting age,
With England acting as the World Cup host,
A Special Issue stamp hit centre stage
Commemorating all we loved the most.
And then we won! – The few remaining stamps
Were overprinted, blackly: ENGLAND WINNERS.
We flew on bikes to buy some – we were Champs.
That stamp, to me, was worth a hundred dinners!
No postage-stamp since then remotely licks
The ENGLAND WINNERS stamp of ’sixty-six.
poem © Celia Warren 2014