Not since 1966 when Kenneth Wolstenholme broadcast that memorable phrase “…they think it’s all over. It is now” have I seen as dramatic a football match on the telly as I did last night.
Brian, my son in law (well not really, not yet) was in Germany for the first leg but last night was holidaying in Najac, so witnessed the unfolding drama on a TV in a French bar where he understood the words of his fellow viewers as much as they did his.
Allez Liverpool FC!
The words of this Oscar and Hammerstein
song are inspirational.
When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark
Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams
Be tossed and blown
With hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone
You’ll never walk alone
And because my beautiful primary school granddaughters are in France with Brian I give them the words he undoubtedly sang when he returned home from the French bar, and expect them to tell me in French what he sung.
This was it:
“Quand vous marchez à travers une tempête
Bravo mes petites-filles