Yesterday was the anniversary of
England winning the World Cup in 1966. Where were you? I was in John
Bartlett's house in Rectory Close during the game and jumped out of
his sitting room window on to his lawn in celebration after the game.
My dad was in our house, two doors down and we phoned each other when
ever a goal was scored. It was hot, sunny and a great afternoon for
us “mid teenagers”.
It's been a long haul since then, but
with a fair wind and looking at the draw we may qualify for the next
one. Hooray.
Alf Ramsey was the man who changed
English fortunes and he got his team, as he predicted openly and some
say arrogantly, to the final and won it. He was a curious individual,
no mean player and clearly somebody who was tough but loyal to his
players. Ramsey was picked by the FA to run the England team having
had success with modest Ipswich Town, taking them to the First
Division Championship (in those days the top division) the year after
they won the Second Division title in 1961. He was on a roll so the
FA hope this would inspire the national team.
He was a small, unfashionable figure
who became national team leader in May 1963. He ran his team as he
would a league side and stood no nonsense from the star players. The
likes of Greaves and Moore had a reputation of play boys!
He also favoured team men rather than
individuals and hence it was Jimmy Greaves who got the chop during
the finals in England. Greaves was suffering from an injury also
which gave Ramsey a good excuse to bring in a team man like Geoff
Hurst. The West Ham link was obviously a major factor in the team's
success.
So it was his wingless wonders with an
engine room of Charlton, Stiles, Ball and Peters that won the cup.
Preparing for the finals, the team was
holed up for 18 days at Lilleshall, an FA facility in the Shropshire
countryside. They played non-contact games like table tennis, their
one break of freedom was at a local golf club where Ramsey bought
them all halves of beer, bedtime was 9pm sharp and there were endless
cowboy films including Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid which they
never saw the end of because the projector broke down. Geoff Hurst
admitted in the 1990 that he never knew the ending of the film until
then!
They changed room partners almost
daily, so no cliques developed, they learned how to clip their
toenails and look after their feet and endured a rigorous training
regime.
It paid off!