Nostalgia

Oh, those Brazilians, you know? Circa 1970? Broke the mould. Theory out the window. Free expression of football. Uncategorisable. Is that a word? It is now! You know? Far cry from small boys in the park, jumpers for goalposts. Rush goalie. Two at the back, three in the middle, four up front, one's gone home for his tea. Beans on toast? Possibly, don't quote me on that. Marvellous.
 
Trolleybuses.
Piccadilly Gardens being gardens and not a pile of shit inhabited by the dregs of society.
Being able to see a GP on the day, without even an appointment.
NHS dentists.
NHS opticians.
Politicians who were not crooked shitebags and liars, but actual statesmen/women.
Trains you could buy a ticket for on the day without taking out a second mortgage, and which were a form of mass transit, not wanabee airlines or wanabee bus companies.
People who could write a letter/report in coherent English.
Libraries that had books in them and were quiet.
Pubs that served proper mild on hand pump, not keg piss at best or nothing at worst.
Football matches at the top level where you could pay in at the gate, on the day.
You are hereby awarded FOC of the year.
Do you know what though? You're right on every count!
 

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