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They think it's all over

We haven't won since sixty six, oh the agony, hope and doubt as the World Cup comes around again and on penalties we go out. The game we gave the world to play belongs now to Italy, Spain and Brazil. we visualise how we conquer them but know we never will. The skills we see out on the pitch the sharp play, the balls to feet, are not taught in academies but in the park or on the street. At night dreaming of football the ball goes straight between the sticks, each boy is England's captain and it's nineteen sixty six

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