Twitter’s, ‘It’s coming home’ trend is ironically hilarious
Ahh, the fabled Euro ’96 song. ‘Three Lions’, aka Football’s Coming Home, was a national sport accompany piece intended to inspire the nation to victory in a humorous way. Devised, written and performed by David Baddiel, Frank Skinner and The Lightning Seeds before England hosted the Euros, 22-years-ago.
Before the team capitulate at any tournament, it is rolled out unceremoniously over social media, TV, pubs and whatnot.
A catchy tune but to me, one which brings sore memories at age 11, of the arrogant German Andreas Moller spoiling our collective dreams.
— Dylqn (@Dylqnnnn) June 24, 2018
Yet this tournament, the movement is a tongue-in-cheek one. The inevitable media and fan hype never arrived on social media or beer gardens around the country.
Fans quietly know they have a good, studious manager – albeit one who fits the dated FA mould. People are aware there is a fast, young, talented side. Although pressure and emphasis to triumph was absent.
Update: it’s coming home CONFIRMED #ENGPAN pic.twitter.com/3zfSMbFTf5
— Fin (@Finananan) June 24, 2018
Nice one, Panama
Fervent feelings occurred in England once again, as the Three Lions ran rampant against the overly physical Panama. Scoring a tournament high six in the process inspired emphasis.
Panama disgraced themselves during the first half. Jesse Lingard was in the wars mostly, receiving an elbow to the head.
In addition to overzealous challenges, poking in the face, mild head-butts and wrestling all over the pitch. All this adds to the consolidated English island mentality. Now we are up for it.
Familiar grappling in the box was gladly penalised, the first penalty dispatched by Harry Kane was possibly the best I have witnessed. The Panamanians were extremely fortunate in finishing with 11 men.
Yet second-half they seemed somewhat milder. Almost as if their manager forbade any more recklessness, opting rather for pride. Nevertheless it spurred on or restored the lion-hearted’s speculative optimism.
I now blame the Canal Men for the feeling, finally, that 52 years of hurt is coming to an end. They should have stopped me dreaming. Has anyone checked if the Jules Rimet is still gleaming?!