I didn't buy into all the 'It's coming home' hype, but I did hope we would make it to the final. Supporting Charlton should inoculate me against football disappointment, but it doesn't work like that.
I was 19 when we won the World Cup, watching it at home on a black and white television. I didn't fully appreciate at the time as I was about to embark on my first trip abroad, travelling around Northern Europe by boat and night train, ending up in Finland which has always been a special place for me.
I don't want to add much to what the armchair managers are saying, other than saying that I don't think we have enough world class players. The referee should have done something about the early fouls by Argentine players. However, this is not the Premier League and, having been to both Argentina and Chile more than once, the game there is more physical.
My wife has just told me that she saw Argentina beat Spain 2-1 in the group matches in 1966, having been given free tickets to Villa Park by her oil company employers.
Given that my daughter and partner, one granddaughter and my great-granddaughter live in Spain, I shall feel justified in supporting them on Sunday.
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