What it means to be English April 23, 2009

England to me remains that dream place – a place I would dream of – where on any given Saturday outside of high summer, one would soon bump into a football match, seemingly of some importance, certainly of some attraction. Though not in the popcorn way. The football match appears earthy and yet original, in touch with our deepest senses and deeply rewarding even if as with most supporters, one is wandering home hardly ever winning anything. Cue “You’ll Never Walk Alone”. The thrill of football in this country grows stronger, not weaker, for me. Not sure if St.George’s Day really amounts to anything much, for me.