in the dying seconds of the match Ian Woolsenholme uttered the most famous words in football history as Geoff Hurst scored the first Hat trick in World Cup history. “They think it’s all over; it is now.’
The whistle blew and England had done it they had won the biggest prize in football to be crowned champions of the world.
Bobby Charlton was crying as he hugged his brother and the rest of his team mates.’
The Germans looked a beaten side as they lay down on the grass. The English fans never stopped chanting as Booby Moore led his team up the steps of Wembley to receive the Wold Cup Trophy. He calmly wiped the mud and sweat from his hands before shaking hands with the Queen and holding the trophy aloft for the whole nation. It was the proudest moment in sport and it made you proud to be English.
The street parties that followed lasted days as the whole of England celebrated.
Bobby Moore was hoisted up on the shoulders of his team mates as he held the trophy. It was a fitting tribute to a fine captain and gentleman.
Going to work on that Monday Maxie now wearing his new work boots was like many others; there was a spring in his step as he walked into the yard to hear all of his friends talking about how England had done the impossible and won the world cup.
Everywhere you looked people were talking about it. Even the women as they hung out the washing to dry. The feel good factor lasted a long time because people knew that it would be a long, long time before England won the trophy again.’
The children in every school yard across the country called out their heroes’ names as they kicked a football around the school yard.
Stars of the future were born as many who had seen the game tried to emulate their heroes.
Maxie went around to the passenger side of the wagon then climbed on board today they were doing the Ridges South but no one cared they were happy doing it; England were the Champions.
He picked up the first two bins of his round then emptied them in the wagon then went back to get the next he carried them out then they went in. it was always hard doing the first few until you built up a steady rhythm; then it was plain sailing.’ Shirley Foster began her washing she had a pile to get through and put through the mangle before they could be hung out using wooden dolly pegs.
The tin bath was filled with clean water whilst she wrung out the clothes by hand first before putting them through the wringer.’
The food that she had bought with her bingo win was gone and now they were on Poverty Street again. She had tried her luck a few times since her win but no luck was forth coming. Maybe God had smiled on her that day and she wasn’t in great need as she once was. There was food but not a lot of it. Her daughter Catherine was now married and living in Whitley bay near George’s parents. She rarely came to visit these days and her mother wondered if she was ashamed to come to the place of her birth.
They had been married six months now and there were no signs of any children. Shirley might have known anyway that her daughter had always been career minded girl and since she got married to George Arthur she had been made manageress of the dressmakers. Always looking for something better was Catherine and she persuaded George to invest in her own shop but it was in Whitey bay town centre where she said were a better class clientele.
When ever she rang Catherine she felt that her daughter cut their conversation short; it was always her mother who rang never the other way around.’