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It's the hope, isn't it? The hope is what hurts...

7/15/2018

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And that tiny, nagging voice that says "they might, you know!" Well, they didn't, and that's it for at least two years. Not quite so devastating as the two semi-finals of the 90s (both of which, of course, lost on penalties), but sad nonetheless. At least we didn't get to the final to get thoroughly Joan-of-Arc-ed by the French. I remember as a kid losing the final of a five-a-side tournament on penalties (I was the goalkeeper, so involved in half of the kicks). I wonder if it is character-building to weep desperately over a game. I can't remember if we were comforted kindly or told to 'man up'. If Gareth Southgate had been the manager... Hopefully the young England players will take something positive from it. Honourable sporting failure is a grand and noble tradition, but beating the Australians in 2005 was magnificent. 

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    Andy Richardson

    When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
    I summon up remembrance of things past,
    I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
    And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:
    Then can I drown an eye, unus’d to flow,
    For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
    And weep afresh love’s long since cancell’d woe,
    And moan the expense of many a vanish’d sight:
    Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
    And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
    The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
    Which I new pay as if not paid before.
    But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
    All losses are restor’d and sorrows end.

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