Rheindahlen was a school bus ride
The largest base around
But we were based at Wickrath then
With German neighbours round.
Just a few flats where we lived
Canadian and English
Not much to see or much to do
But kick a ball
And wriggle through
Imaginary defenders.
We'd play on any patch of ground
Back then kids were allowed to
So leave us on our make do pitch
And move on with the story
As I shift the scene to Wembley's green,
And coming English glory.
YOU ARE READING
Summer of Sixty Six
PoetryThey say if you remember the sixties you were not there but if you don't remember the summer of sixty six you were not born or are not English. Summer of Sixty Six is my take on the events of that summer recounted in verse. It swings between the Eng...
