I arrived at Wembley at about 5.30pm. I wanted to soak up the atmosphere, walk the streets around the great stadium and chat to others looking forward to the night of our lives. I hoped to talk to children as well as to older fans; I was particularly curious to see if I might meet someone who had also attended the final in 1966. As the taxi pulled up on the A479, though, I could smell trouble. Then it became distinctive, “Stick your pasta up your arse, stick your

Source: The Times July 13, 2021 15:56 UTC