All To Play For: The Home Nations' Football Adventures

Chapter 8: Vindicated
Chapter 8: Vindicated

The 8th June 1958 would mark the opening of the sixth World Cup and the British teams had each been placed in four separate groups with Scotland being placed in group two with Paraguay, Yugoslavia and France. It was a tough group for the Scots and Busby knew that the fact Scotland were ranked as the forth best team in the world, everyone would be out to get them. However when picking the squads for the World Cup that he was include a young eighteen year player named Denis Law, who was playing for Huddersfield Town.

It was more of a surprise when the young player would be in the team in Scotland's first group match against Yugoslavia and some wonder what made Busby think he was the player needed, however the Scotland manager felt there was good potential in the lad. For this opening group game, the Scots would be playing in their away kit of white shirts, blue shorts and red socks and they would be playing in the Arosvallen stadium in Vasteras in front of a crowd of about 9,500.

As the game kicked off, Busby had to wonder how he got here. His doctor had advised him to not go to Sweden and in some ways Busby should've done it, but his mind was thinking about Munich and the guilt he had for it. Busby had gone against the wishes of the FA by pressing for Manchester United's participation in the European Cup, and felt terrible about not questioning the aircraft pilot's abilities trying to take off in heavy snow.

Many people had died and even though some players like Duncan Edwards had survived and even making an attempt to be at this very tournament, he felt like all his efforts in creating a powerful Manchester United team had been destroyed in the blink of an eye. He was so deep in thought that he didn't seem to realise a roaring cheer that went around the stadium and Busby woke from his trance to see that within six minutes, the Yugoslavs are 1-0 up thanks to a Aleksandar Petaković goal.

"Come on wake up!" He suddenly bellows out to the players angrily who are quite stunned to see him snapping at him. He is still bearing the scars of the disaster and the players know they don't want to mess this up.

Thankfully the players don't drop heads and start to give the Yugoslavs a game, most noticeably Denis Law takes Busby's advice more than the others and despite his age, he is showing some promise as a future player for later on. Then in the eleventh minute, Law tries to send in a cross for Jimmy Murray to catch, but it goes wide out of play for a goal kick, however, it gives Busby for once a rare smile that he might get something out of this game. Despite all the Scot's attempts pushing forward for a equaliser, the stubborn Yugoslav defence fails to budge and even go on the attack that catches the Scottish players off guard with at one point Zdravko Rajkov going on the break and firing the ball towards the goal in the twenty first minute, only for Scotland's goalkeeper and captain Tommy Younger to knock it away for a corner kick, thankfully that chance of getting a goal from the corner is wasted as it flies way over the crossbar for a goal kick.

While Yugoslavia is the better team here in this half, Scotland are not exactly chasing shadows as the game goes on and Scotland start to feel more confident. Thankfully for the Yugoslavian team, the first half ends with them leading 1-0, but Busby knows it can't end like this. He didn't travel all the way against doctor's orders just to witness this, he knows the Scots have to try harder in the second half.

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As the second half begins, the players head out looking rather comfortable after their team talk with Busby. Rather than rant and rave at the team being a goal behind, Busby instead tells them to have nothing to fear and enjoy he moment as they were starting to take the advantage towards the end.

Thankfully the Scots take off from where they were before of being the better team and almost immediately in the forty ninth minute, Eddie Turnball would send a cross over towards the box in which Jimmy Murray get's his head to it and scores to bring the game level at 1-1. From this, the Scots get the perfect start they needed and begin to try and find another goal and leaving the Yugoslavians stunned of losing a goal so soon.

Busby keeps his eye on Law and knows that the Scottish press were questioning him for including a young and inexperienced to the World Cup and knows that he'll liking face an smack down from the press for his choice. Nonetheless the game carries on at quite a pace, but it almost goes wrong in the sixty third minute when Rajkov plays a powerful cross that outwits the Scottish keeper and looks certain to be a goal, only for John Hewie to clear it off the line and keep the game level. The game rumbles on and the everything is on a knife edge with either team making chance after chance to find the winning goal. With just eight minutes to go, Busby get's a rather cold chill up his back and wonders if their efforts will come to nothing, then Murray tries to score but Vladica Popović blocks it, however it is a heavy touch that he loses the ball. But before he or anyone can realise this, Law charges in and thunder strikes the ball into the back of the net when the poor Yugoslav goalkeeper is caught out by this sudden action.

Busby takes a sigh a relief more than a cheer as everyone else in the stadium does, he feels almost vindicated for his choice for including the young Huddersfield player. From then on, the Scots start to hold the ball and play a passing game round the Yugoslavians up until the final whistle in which Scotland win the match 2-1.

The Scottish players celebrate and Busby goes over to shake the Yugoslav manager, Aleksandar Tirnanić's hand for a great game. The Manchester United manager places his hands in his pockets and looks up to the heavens thinking for the fallen players and how they would think of this great victory, which later he'd dedicate to them. He is then broken out of his dream state when Tommy Younger pats him on the back with a smile on his face.

"We did it!" Younger says happily as he looks back seeing Law being congratulated by his teammates. "How'd you feel by this?"

Busby thinks of his words before replying to the Scotland captain. "...Vindicated."

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So there we go, more butterflies here that not only Scotland win rather than draw, but also includes a young Denis Law making an appearance. For those wondering about the England, Irish and Welsh results in the first day of the World Cup remain the same as OTL, though there will be some changes in each of their last games, which will be our next chapter.

Also, any ideas what little things could be added and who will make the Quarter-final or Semi? I will say there will be a few surprises here and there for next time...


 
Ironically, the Manchester United crash wasn't the pilot's (James Thain's) fault (the co-pilot, Ken Rayment, perished in the crash), IIRC; he'd run into slush on the runway, which slowed the speed of the plane and prevented it from taking off safely (then again, that hadn't come out at the time of this chapter), but he was made the scapegoat by the West Germans. His name was cleared, but the stress of it contributed to his heart attack and death 16 years after the crash. Thain (who'd been an RAF pilot in World War II) helped evacuate passengers after the crash, fearing an explosion...

Oh, and Duncan Edwards lived ITTL. That's interesting...
 
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Duncan Edwards deserved to live, he was legendary till Munich, now he'll remain legendary if he performs well.
I know he was heralded as one for the future for England and Man Utd but I wouldn't have said he was legendary. The fact he fought for so many days before succumbing to his injuries, and the loss of seeing just how talented he would have become in his pomp, made him legendary after the crash.

EDIT: Forgot to mention, excellent read!
 
Chapter 9: A Hand Up For Harry Gregg
Chapter 9: A Hand Up For Harry Gregg

Just four days ago on June 11th, the Scots recorded a thrilling 4-3 victory over Paraguay and were behind most of the game until Denis Law would score two goals in the dying moments of the game and were lucky to get that result. Still, they were not the only British team that had a chance to get through to the next round as England, Wales and Northern Ireland all had a shot of making it through to the last eight. However, they all had a tough test ahead of them with England having to take on Austria, Northern Ireland would play the World Champions West Germany, Scotland would lock horns with France and Wales would have to endure a battle against the hosts Sweden. No one said any game would be easy as the 15th of June would prove to be a busy day for the Brits.

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In the Malmo Stadion, a shock was on the cards as the game rolled into seventy fifth minute as West Germany were losing to Northern Ireland 2-1, and Harry Gregg had been in some part of helping the plucky little nation get this far with his saves that was surely making him the goalkeeper of the tournament. The Irish had shocked everyone at first in the qualifying rounds by beating Italy to here at their expense and had pulled of a surprising run in their first group game against the much fancied Czechoslovakians by beating them 1-0 thanks to a Wilbur Cush goal. They would then get well beaten by Argentina 3-1 in their next game and now here they were facing the West Germans. No one had honestly thought Northern Ireland had a chance to make it out of the group stage, never mind beating the Germans, but here they were, a Peter McParland double had helped the Irish get in front, now all they had to do was hold on.

Gregg had been on the phone earlier that day to Duncan Edwards who had been lamenting the fact he had not been selected to play in England's two group game resulting them in getting just two point from them, thankfully he would star in the line up against the Austrians. However, the two Manchester Untied players had been going how they like to put the tragedy behind them make the most of it, as a result, Gregg had been putting on a fine game and Edwards' words had been playing round in his head this whole game. Then it happened, in the seventy eighth minute, Uwe Seeler charged in with an almighty volley that looked so powerful it could've ripped the ball to shreds or send it into orbit. Gregg had noticed this had ran back to the goal line to try and stop the ball. Taking a chance, he decides to lunge forward and use his whole body as ballast to try and stop it from coming, many people in the stands, especially the traveling German support think it is a sure fire equaliser. The Irish goalkeeper scrunches his fists up as he tries to punch the ball up and the ball hits his gloves (with the force of the impact running up through his arms) but the ball goes flying into the air resulting in a mad rush in the penalty box from Helmut Rahn and Seeler as they try to position themselves into place to take a header, but Gregg knows he can't let them ruin their moment of glory like this and jumps up high as he can to catch it, it feels like everything is going in slow motion.

The two Germans also try to get in the way to try and stop him, but Gregg keeps his eye firmly on the ball not letting it out of his sight for one minute. It comes down and Gregg's fingertips gets a hold of it, but he loses his touch as he glances down seeing that the two German players have accidently ran into the side of him as the three men all take a tumble. Gregg now tries to get himself away from them as he see's that the ball is about to land past the goal line and makes quite literally a leap of faith as he makes a desperate attempt to grab the ball from getting anywhere, this time he does get his gloves on it and to make sure it won't slip, he tries to curl up when he lands. He makes though a brief glance to see how close he is to the goal line and see's he is only about three feet away, all he can do is close his eyes and pray...

He didn't know how long he'd shut his eyes for, but when he came back to his senses he heard a cheer around the stadium and he was convinced that he and the ball had landed over the goal line and that he had ruined it. But when he opened his eyes, he saw that he was holding the ball just no more than a few feet away and the cheering was from the small Irish crowd and Swedish locals who were applauding his wonderful save.

He stood up, feeling quite shaken from his efforts and was brought back to his senses when his fellow teammate and Defender Dick Keith ran over to him and gave him a hug and a pat on the back for what he'd done.

"You bloody good soul!" Keith said with a touch of glee in his voice. "We're going to do it!"

Gregg smiled as he could see the players all getting ready for his goal kick. "Aye, aye fine, get back in the game!"

Keith ran back to his position and Gregg lobbed the ball as far as he could, the Germans were desperate for a goal to bring this game level, but that save from Gregg had shook the World Champions' spirts and for the next ten minutes or so, the Irish start to hold the ball away from the Germans in making sure they don't get a foot on it, but in turn it only makes the West Germans grow in frustration as they begin to give some bone crunching tackles on the Irish players, most notably in the eighty fifth minute when Georg Stollenwerk came in with a tackle on Billy Simpson when the Irish forward thought he might have a chance to go on the break, only for him to have his legs nearly broken.

This caused outrage from the Irish players and those on the bench wanted Campos, the Portuguese referee, to take action with players from both teams surrounding the poor man. In future it would've likely been given a yellow or red card, but that wouldn't be used here and instead, all he could do was try and defuse the situation and try and let the game go on. After a minute of what looked to Gregg as nothing more than a school playground argument, Campos finally got the game started again and the tension was growing for what could've been an all out brawl. Gregg could only pray and hope that no more goals would be scored as that was certainly the fuse to blow this whole thing over.

The game had now become a battle in midfield with both teams trying to show their strength. The German crowd were booing angrily at their team and Gregg had to wonder if being World Champions was curse if it meant you would be lumbered with pressure.

The final minute was going at a snails pace and several Irish supporters who had made the journey over could barely watch as the tension was growing, Gregg glanced at his watch, surely it was all over. Then Seeler was on the break and there was no Irish player near him.

"Christ," Gregg gasped as he readied himself to try and stop it. Seeler kicks the ball some thirty yards from the right of the penalty box, Gregg dives to his left but in his horror, it goes way past his grasp and surely in for the latest of goals.

But to the utter amazement for everyone in the stadium, the ball goes way past the goal post and into the path of a Swedish police officer who is keeping an eye on the crowd than balls hitting him.

Gregg suddenly feels like he is on the verge of tears, this can't be real, they are about to beat the World Champions and he thinks back to Edwards' words for doing it for their fallen teammates. With his goal kick surely the last kick of the game, Gregg takes it as far as he can to make sure no German can get at it.

But no one does, the referee blows his whistle and the Swedish neutrals and Irish supporters celebrate Northern Ireland's outstanding 2-1 victory over West Germany. The result has more or less secured the second place spot for the last eight and Gregg walks slowly over to his celebrating teammates who quite can't honestly believe their luck. It proves that their victory over Italy in the qualifying rounds was no fluke

They then see him and crowd around him and lift him on their shoulders like a conquering hero, a young Swedish boy would then take a photo of that very moment of Gregg on the shoulders of his teammates that would become one of the most famous photos in Northern Ireland's football history. The West Germans may have won the prize of winning the group, but it is the Northern Irish who have won the plaudits.

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When the team returned to their hotel, all Gregg wanted to do was get back to his room and relax, though the rest of the team wanted to celebrate and in all honestly, Gregg couldn't blame for it. They really did deserve it though any of the players would say Gregg was the real hero in that match.

As the team entered the hotel lobby with several members of staff given them a warm celebratory welcome, a female member of staff suddenly calls out to them.

"Mr Harry Gregg?" Says the pretty looking Swedish girl looking at them.

The Irish Goalkeeper looks over to her. "Aye, what is it?"

"A phone call. A Mr Duncan Edwards?" She explains

Without a moment to waste, he heads over and follows her to the phone where his Manchester United teammate is waiting on the other end.

"Hello? Duncan?" Gregg asks.

"How're we doing?" Edwards replies on the other end. "Congratulations on that result, me and the boys can't quite believe that you guys managed to pull it off."

Gregg smiles. "Even I can't believe we did it." He then pauses as remembered England's game against Austria. "Actually, how'd you lads get on?"

And Edwards would tell him the whole story...

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So there we are, Northern Ireland beat West Germany was is actually not far as they almost did if it weren't for Seeler scoring late on, ITTL, Gregg makes a faithful save that stops them from scoring and butterflies the play off game they would weaken them. Also you will notice that Scotland won their second group game and I was a bit too lazy to write for them as I've already done enough with Scotland already and I wanted to share the love to the other Home Nations. Anyway, the next game will be England vs Austria and many of you I'm sure will want to know what happens next...stay tuned!





 
Chapter 10: Leave It To Me
Chapter 10: Leave It To Me

Despite his keenness for playing for his country in the World Cup, Duncan Edwards had only felt frustration at the fact that Walter Winterbottom had left him out of England's first two group games because he felt he wasn't ready to be on the pitch yet. However, after fighting tooth and nail with Winterbottom, he finally was allowed to be in the starting XI for their final group game against Austria, though some would probably see his addition to the team as a desperate gamble to get through to the next round as their last two results hadn't been that good. To be fair, the team and English football was still coming to terms over the Munich disaster and the English team wasn't at it's best with two of it's squad killed in that tragedy. Their first game against the Soviet Union saw them trailing 2-0 for most of the game only for them to pull the game back at 2-2 and were lucky to get a point from the game. In contrast, their next game against Brazil was a true thriller as while it didn't have any goals in it (being the first goalless draw in the World Cup) it had been an end to end game that either side could've scored, but after that game, England had only managed to gain two points with a win in their final game all that was needed to get out of the group.

Although Austria were long since eliminated from any chance of getting through, they still had a tough team that they hoped would trouble England although they probably didn't expect to see Duncan Edwards walk out with the team onto the pitch. The Manchester United player had a determined look on his face as he had a point to prove and word had gotten round the crowd that he was playing and many in Ryavallen stadium in Borås all cast their eyes on the player who had survived a terrible ordeal. As the game started, England came flying out the traps and began to play good football like many had been hoping for and in the second minute, Edwards tried to thread a cross over to Johnny Haynes for him to header the ball into the goal, only for him to mistime his header as it went past the goal and out for a goal kick, but it was a promising start for England.

In all credit to the Austrians, they themselves tried to make their presence felt in the game with them throwing themselves forward but would get nothing in the end, it is starting to look like the Brazil game all over again. It is noted that England is playing with a mostly attacking 4-3-3 formation with Edwards, Hayes and Bobby Charlton swamping the Austrian defence. Then in the ninth minute, Edwards takes a dummy shot that causes Walter Kollmann to fall over and instead the England player runs with it into the penalty box, but seeing more Austrian players swarming round him, he takes his shot that hits the cross bar but bounces downwards over the line and giving England a 1-0 lead early in the game.

In his celebrations, Charlton runs over to his Manchester Untied teammate and hugs him, the two Munich survivors know how much this means for them. As the game carries on, the English are probably thinking too much about the next stage, only for them in the fifteenth minute for Karl Koller to fire home the equaliser and Edwards could be seen mouthing his disgust of losing their lead so soon. Still, England don't back down and they carry on with the offensive as they start to show the Austrians what they are made off and the rest of the game goes on with them trying to take back the lead. In the twenty six minute, England are awarded a corner and Charlton gets his head to it and for a brief moment it looks like it will just squeeze under the crossbar, but instead it hits it and goes down towards the left. Hayes see's it going down and before the ball even hits the ground, he get's his foot on it and strikes it home to put England back in the lead again.

The Austrians are annoyed of going down yet again but for the neutral perspective, it is turning out to be a classic game of football. The game carries on with England looking more confident and after a Austrian player does a foul on Charlton which the referee awards a free kick for England, Edwards smiles over at Winterbottom with him feeling smug for good reason for his inclusion in the team. The final ten minutes of the game become more drawn out and despite many chances for England to get more goals in this first half, the first half ends 2-1 for England and as the players walk off, Charlton and Edwards give each other a knowing grin that this game is there's surely.

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The Second half opens in a rather explosive style when Paul Halla brings down Edwards in the forty six minute with the two players getting into each other's faces arguing and only for the referee to break up the squabble, Edwards is getting annoyed at how pesky these Austrians are becoming. Just a few minutes later in the fiftieth minute, a cross from Charlton to Edwards is successful as he headers home England's third goal and surely books their place for the next round. The small number of English supporters in the ground celebrate knowing they are almost there. Following the goal, England start to slow the game down and merely pass the ball around the pitch despite calls from the crowd wanting more goals in this, and their wish is granted, but not for what England want. In the sixty sixth minute of the game, Alfred Körner suddenly volleys home a goal for Austria making it 3-2 and worried looks go around the England players knowing that the Austrians are wanting to rain on England's parade. To make matters worse, Austria start playing more attacking football and even have a few shots on target that should honestly had gone in, but the hands of Colin McDonald prevents this from ever happening, though after picking the ball up he yells at his teammates to get up the field and stop given the Austrians a chance.

He lobs the ball half way over the pitch when Charlton and Koller try to get a head on in, though Hayes rushes in to snatch it away and pass it up to Ronnie Clayton who in turn then then runs with the ball to give it to Edwards waiting for him. He is on the edge of the penalty box when Halla comes in to tackle him, the referee blows his whistle and Edwards and Halla are about to get up in each one's face to argue over the tackle, but both are surprised to see that the referee is pointing for a penalty for England. Edwards looks down to see if he was in the box, he personally isn't too sure if was but the Austrian players surround the referee saying it is not a penalty. For nearly a minute the arguing goes on if it is the right choice but the decision is still made for a England penalty and Edwards goes up to take it and hopefully complete a hat trick. He stared down at the Austrian goalkeeper and waits for the whistle to be blown.

"Leave it to me," he mutters to himself, then hears the whistle and strikes the ball down the middle and completely stumping the goalkeeper. He has done it and England lead 4-2 in a thrilling game in the sixty ninth minute of the game.

The game progresses into a slow game with England more than happy to end and merely try to wind the time down, however it becomes annoying that for a winning team, the time seems to go rather slowly. The Austrians seem like they can't be bothered with the game and look like they want the game to end soon enough. Finally the referee blows his whistle to end the game and England are through the last eight. Edwards is awarded the match ball and walks of the pitch with a proud look that he has helped his country get over the line, he then looks up at the heavens and smiles. "For you lads," he says.

On the bus on the way back to the hotel, they hear the other results on the radio (with translation from a Swedish translator on board) such as Scotland being beaten by France 2-1, but thanks to Yugoslavia only drawing 3-3 with Paraguay, the Scots go through. The Welsh have drawn with Sweden but need to undergo a play-off to make it to the next round, but a big cheer follows when they hear that Northern Ireland have defeated West Germany 2-1 and Edwards knows that Harry Gregg would have done some part in it. "Got to make a phone call he says to Charlton, who is sitting next to him.

Maybe the all British final was possible?

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And so Edwards makes his mark! The Welsh results will remain the same as OTL, though don't think I'm forgetting about them for future chapters...

Anyway, the next chapter will involve the knockout phase and here are the matches to be played:

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Brazil vs. Wales


France vs. Northern Ireland

Sweden vs. England

West Germany vs. Scotland
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So I want you to try and guess who has the better chance of going all the way, nice to hear ideas from you guys as it makes me rethink my original ideas and how to improve them. So you guys think who might win, will be get an all British last four?! Find out soon enough!
 
Anyway, the next chapter will involve the knockout phase and here are the matches to be played:

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Brazil vs. Wales


France vs. Northern Ireland

Sweden vs. England

West Germany vs. Scotland
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So I want you to try and guess who has the better chance of going all the way, nice to hear ideas from you guys as it makes me rethink my original ideas and how to improve them. So you guys think who might win, will be get an all British last four?! Find out soon enough!

Excellent update, looking at the four ties....

1) Wales face off against Brazil, and if this is 1958 then that means Pele gets his debut on the World Stage. Ergo, Brazil to go through.
2) Gregg might not be enough to get the Norn Irish team through, we're five years before Best here.
3) England should beat the hosts, so I'll put them through
4) Scotland could get through, after all they were the original POV for this TL but if the Germans go through that sets up an England/Germany match 8 years before OTL.

Semis -
England vs West Germany
Brazil vs France

Final
Brazil vs England

Although my predictions could be just ASB.
 
Chapter 11: This Time Ten Days From Now...
Chapter 11: This Time Ten Days From Now...

In the UK on the 19th June, the British press were having a field day. On nearly every newspaper, all they could talk about was football, mostly about four certain teams. Out of the eight teams in the Quarter-finals, four of them were the home nations and many were proudly saying this was greatest moment in British football and showing that the United Kingdom was still a strong nation. If these things weren't enough, some papers and pundits back home proudly claimed that this time ten days from now, a British team will win the World Cup. It was probably a small mercy neither of the teams heard that last phase as the boastful claim did sound eerily familiar for what the Brazilian press had proudly said in 1950 thinking that their team would be World Champions...

That all be said, it was an achievement for them to all get this far, but each had a tough game to play. Wales, after a tough play-off game with Hungary would have to play Brazil and the play-off game had weakened them. Thankfully for the other nations, they didn't had to play in a play-off round but it didn't mean their games weren't any easier. Northern Ireland had to face off a highly impressive France that some were thinking had a chance at winning the tournament, England arguable had the easier tie with Sweden, though the Swedes as host had an entire nation behind them and that would probably make things difficult for the English. Finally the Scots had difficult task of facing the World Champions West Germany, and it was made worse by the fact that the game against France had exhausted the Scots.

Indeed, with the task in hand, one could make an equally bold claim that neither British team would be in the semi-final, never mind the final. But for most, the 19th June was to be a busy day from North to South in the country as many would find any television set they could find to see their teams aim for glory.

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In Norrköpings Idrottspark stadium in Norrkoping, the Northern Ireland team walked out alongside the French as they prepared to lock horns. The Irish had been well rested and fed for the game and their brave exploits as a plucky little nation had won the hearts of the Swedes who felt inspired to cheer them on, mainly after their result against West Germany, which did help for the lack of the few Irish supporters in the ground as the French had a fairly sizable support with them, clearly they were expecting victory. The Spanish referee would blow his whistle to begin and the two teams began to play and almost from the get go, the French were clearly bossing the Irish around and within under a minute, Just Fontaine nearly scores but it is caught by the hands of Harry Gregg, who yells at the men in green to wake up. To their credit, the Irish wake up and begin to get their rhythm going and start to push back the French offensive.

But after just five minutes, the Irish midfield is having a tough time and Gregg looks at his watch knowing this'll be a long day...

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Meanwhile at the same time just over a hundred miles north from where Northern Ireland were playing, England were taking on hosts Sweden in Solna. While England were expected to win this game, the Swedes were giving the English a game by playing in what could be described as workman like football. It wasn't the prettiest type of football anyone would've liked, but it had helped the host nation get this far in the World Cup. It must be noted the Swedes had gotten a fairly easy group that featured Wales, Mexico and Hungary, the latter team being no where near as good as the team that came close to winning the World Cup just four years ago.

Still, with a nation behind them, the English would have to the pantomime villains in this game and many of the players knew this, they especially had bad memories of losing to Scotland at this stage in the last World Cup and many of them were certain they didn't want to fall foul at this point and do one better. In the sixteenth minute of the game, Edwards went on the break with several Swedish players chasing him and knowing he was about to be caught out with them about to surround them, he crosses the ball over to Haynes and as soon as he can get the ball under control, he takes a shot in the nick of time before any Swedish player can stop him and putting England up 1-0. Near silence falls all around the ground as the mostly Swedish crowd are not happy with going down so soon, but there is still a long way to go yet.

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While England had taken the lead, down in Malmo in the very south of Sweden, Scotland had the unwelcomed task of taking on the champions, West Germany. Unlike their English and Northern Irish counterparts, Scotland had the bad luck of having several of their players injured or at best, weakened after their game against the French. John Hewie and Jimmy Murray were suffering from problems with their knees and Bobby Evans was suffering from a groin strain, however the bitter blow was that in the France game, Denis Law suffered a bad injury on his leg and had to be taken off, worse still was he was no better and instead only could watch his team take on the Germans.

During the nineteenth minute, Busby is looking uncomfortable that Scotland's young but brilliant striker is out and had been instrumental in getting them to this stage. But regardless, he has changed his line up to have Rangers forward Alex Scott to take Law's place. With so many injuries to the squad, he wonders if lady luck will play a cruel game with them. However to everyone's surprise, the Scots having been performing too bad and fending off the Germans' assault and perhaps Busby's men defy the odds.

Then just two minutes later after the Scots try to keep the ball at their feet, the Germans punish the Scots for their time wasting and Seeler nicks the ball off the feet of Dave Mackay and makes a run with it before quickly crossing it over to Rahn waiting for him and headers it home to put them ahead in the Quarter-final, then again, football is a funny game, right...?

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Unaware of the Scot's plight, Northern Ireland have managed to frustrate the French in making sure they can't score and for once, Harry Gregg isn't acting as a one man team for his country. The likes of Dick Keith, Willie Cunningham and Alf McMichael have been doing most of the lion's share of defender the goal and Greg has so far only done about two saves with most of the shots by the French crossing past the goal. In the twenty seventh minute, Wilbur Cush manages to deceive the French and strike home a goal in the bottom corner of the net. The mostly Swedish crowd who had taken the Irish to heart, celebrate the goal with the small number of Northern Irish supporters in the ground and the players surround Cush congratulating him, Gregg on his end of the pitch celebrates too and glances behind his goal seeing the French supporters looking unhappy at what's just happened...they suddenly cheer.

Seeing their reaction, Gregg turns round and looks over to see his teammates looking dismayed and the French players relived for the line's man has marked the goal offside. "Was never offside you idiots!" Gregg roars in anger and feels probably the same as many of his fellow countrymen, but instead the referee calls for a goal kick and the team have to scramble to get back in position as the French start to invade the Irish half with Keith making a perfect tackle on Just Fontaine and passing it up to Danny Blanchflower to try and make something out of it.

Then in the thirty third minute, an attempt on goal is scored and this time it is allowed...but for France. Fontaine broke through the Irish defence and volleyed the ball that hit the crossbar but despite Gregg's best efforts, bounced down to go over the line and send the French 1-0 up. All Gregg can do is pick the ball out of the back of the net and see the French striker celebrate with the fans behind his goal. It wasn't all going to plan.

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In contrast to their fellow neighbours, England had been performing well the Swedish team looking rather uncomfortable with the English starting to show their strength. Despite them having more of the ball, they hadn't been able to add on their lead as the midfield for Sweden was trying it's best to stop the English from advancing. Edwards knew he had to get something before half time as if it remained like this, it could give the Swedes a chance they could get something in the second half. "Come on lads we can't lose this!" Edwards cries out to the players and get's a bemused look from Billy Wright, who feels like the younger man is acting more like a captain than he is.

After a little work of passing play in the thirty ninth minute, Haynes passes the ball over to a waiting Edwards who hammers the ball home and put England 2-0 up. It is now clear that this game is England's to lose now. From that goal until the end of the first half, no more goals are scored and England go in at 2-0 up, Wales drawing 0-0 with Brazil with both Scotland and Northern Ireland down 1-0. Still, strange things can happen...

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Around the country, the four games kick off for the second period and in the game with Northern Ireland, the tables seem to be turning with the Irish starting to try and take the game to the French. They seem to be trying to answer critics that they are a one man team with them relying on Gregg and each man in green seem all wanting to prove everyone wrong. Five minutes later, they maybe a goal down, but everyone can sense something is in the air as the crowd start cheering them on. "Seems that everyone loves an underdog," Gregg smiles to himself as he eyes an attempt on goal by McParland, but it is fairly weak shot that is caught comfortably by Claude Abbes.

Just as the crowd applaud the attempt, Abbes quickly kicks the ball up the field where Billy Bingham and Armand Penverne leap up to try and get a head on to it, the French player wins that little battle and crosses it up to Fontaine who charges down with Keith shadowing him closely. The French striker takes his shot and Gregg's hands fail to get a hold of it, he turns round and to his and everyone's amazement, the ball bounces backwards off the post and Gregg leaps to grab it in which he does this time and unaware of Roger Piantoni right behind him trying to get a rebound. As Gregg falls to the ground while clutching the ball, Piantoni can't stop in time and his boot accidently knocks him in the ribs.

Although Gregg isn't in any pain, it angers his teammates as Keith, Bingham and others storm up to the French player to give him a peace of their minds. Gregg slowly gets up thanks to help with Blanchflower and witnessing a bad tempered encounter of now both teams getting very close to break into an all out brawl with each other and takes a good two minutes for the referee and two captains to try and calm down proceedings. Gregg knew that having a 1-0 lead is a dangerous thing as anything could happen and it seemed like the pressure was getting to the French for not taking their chances that well.

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Over in Malmo, other than a small number of happy German supporters making noise, it is a rather subdued atmosphere in the stadium as Scotland still trail a goal down to the World Champions, but unlike the French, the Germans are showing their worth that they mean to win this game. Busby can only watch and occasional call out orders for the team as they try to get a way back in this game, he looks over at the bench and feels sorry for Denis Law. Despite his age, the young lad has been a great assist for Scotland in this World Cup and the team is lacking his presence with the Scots looking like a shadow from what they were in the group stage.

But then in the fifty eighth minute, Jackie Mudie is fouled and the referee awards a free kick to Scotland some ten meters outside the penalty box in which Bobby Collins steps up to take it. For what feels like the first time in the whole game, Busby and team feel something that haven't felt all game...hope. Collins takes the free kick but the ball goes way over the crossbar and into the crowd stand. A groan follows that shot from any Scot in that stadium, that shot has clearly summed up the game for them. "If it wan't for these damn injuries," Busby mutters to himself as he looks at the weak players on the pitch and the unfortunate ones on the bench.

In the sixty sixth minute, Mudie get's his foot on the ball, but stumbles which makes him lose the ball and Fritz Walter rushes in the snatch the ball and runs with it at high speed as he get's around the Scottish defence to pass it over to Seeler, who in in turn passes it over to Rahn, who in turn, takes the shot that puts West Germany up 2-0. Busby can only sigh, shake his head at their luck and feels sorry for the men in blue on the pitch looking dejected that they can't do anything else. The game is clearly in favour for the World Champions and while the Scots make sure the Germans don't score any more goals, that would be the last thing Scotland would do at this World Cup. Next would be a flight home to Glasgow.

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Unaware of anything happening to their fellow British nations, England were now in cruise control as the Swedes seemed to have given up and even though it was only the seventy third minute, one or two Swedes had starting to leave. Walter Winterbottom noticed the departing members of the crowd and couldn't help but feel sorry for them. He could imagine the Swedes would've wanted to get far as they could in their World Cup, a defeat in the knockout round seemed like a terrible thing. Nonetheless, his objective was to win all the games as they came and the Swedes would be no exception.

Just a little over seven minutes later, Billy Wright snatches the ball thanks to a heavy touch from a Swedish player but is quickly being cornered by players in yellow and blue so passes it over to Ronald Clayton before he gives it to Edwards. The forward runs at goal with it looking like he'll score the goal that'll kill the game off, instead he performs a sneaky back pass to Haynes who tucks it home in the top right corner of the net and putting England 3-0 up. The game is well and truly over and that goal causes even more broken-hearted Swedes to leave the ground, only the small number of England supporters who have made the journey out to Sweden celebrate the goal.

Edwards smiles at his teammates for playing as a team and not trying to rely fully on him. It does feel like though that the Munich disaster has helped him to push himself and the team forward for a place in the Semi-finals, but he does still feel for his lost teammates who can't be hear to witness this wonderful game of football. Little did they know in the other game...

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The last ten minutes of the game between France and Northern Ireland had been very tense with the French become more and more frustrated of not scoring anymore goals and making their manager and own supporters angry with how things were. This problem from the French was working in the Irish's favour with them starting to turn the tables on the French and many of the people in the crowd supporting the men in green cheered them on to get something out of this, there was another goal in this, the question was now by whom exactly.

Then in the eighty sixth minute, Jackie Scott is brought down on the very edge of the penalty box by Raymond Kaelbel and the Irish players cry for a penalty, instead the Spanish referee points for a free kick to be taken right on the edge. Now was the moment. Tommy Casey will take this kick and he gives McParland a knowing nod at their plan they worked on in training. The whistle is blown to take the free kick and rather try and get over the defensive French wall, Casey passes the ball over to McParland and catching the French off guard before McParland hammers home the equaliser.

Cue massive celebrations from the players and the Swedes in the crowd who are clearly far from being neutral here. On his end of the pitch, Gregg can't but jump up hanging onto the crossbar and punching his fist into the air in triumph. "Get in there!" He cries out, but it is unlikely anyone heard him as the cheering drowns out any sound. The French supporters can only look dumbfounded at what has just happened and don't seem to have the voice to express their feelings at this point.

The French players seem no better as they are well punished for not taking more chances and their heads go down while Northern Ireland look keen to carry on. The Irish attack the French defence and looks like it will shatter at times from the men in blue's lack of confidence. Casey attempts to get a shot on target but the keeper get's his hands on it and the ball goes out for a corner kick. It is now the eighty eighth minute and the tension is unbearable now it feels as Jackie Scott prepares to take the corner kick with men in blue and green pushing around the box trying to find the best position to get the ball and when Scott takes it, the ball lands in that crowd of borders trying to aim the ball in the direction they want which leaves to confusion of who has it, Wilbur Cush suddenly see's the ball in his way and without thinking of the other players around him, he kicks upwards under the crossbar and hitting the top of the net and incredibly, putting little Northern Ireland 2-1 up against the mighty France.

This time the celebrations are almost deafening as Cush, filled with adrenalin, runs like a mad man over to Tommy Docherty and the those on the bench to celebrate, with many of his teammates running towards him to celebrate. Gregg is filled with a delighted feeling that he has never felt before, not even with winning games with Manchester United. He looks over briefly to see a dishearten and broken French team with some lying on their back and others sitting down all looking shocked at the situation with their captain trying to pull each of the players up to try and save their World Cup.

Years later when Manchester United would beat Bayern Munich in the Champions League final in 1999, many Irish supporters would joke that they invented Fergie time and that they were copying what they did to win. But that would be for another time as after a pointless last few minutes of the game in which Northern Ireland start passing the ball around to waste time, the final whistle is blown and many members in the crowd run onto the pitch to celebrate that 'their' team has won what is perhaps one of the greatest shocks in the World Cup. Many of the players are silent as it only comes to terms what they have just done and they are woken from their trances by members of the crowd running onto the pitch to congratulate the players, one photo taken would be of a young Swedish man running over to McParland and shaking his hand before raising it in the air like a winning boxer.

The French players quietly sneak off the pitch in dismay, but nobody really cares for them as the Irish begin a lap of honour around the ground as they milk the moment before stopping by the cluster of Northern Irish supporters with their green and white scarves to celebrate with them. Many of those supporters are grown men in tears who can't quite believe what had just happened, no one does in a matter of fact. The truth? Northern Ireland are through to the Semi-final and that all British final starts to look more likely...maybe.

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Well then...Northern Ireland have done it! It might sound like ASB territory but in OTL, Northern Ireland had to go into a playoff against Czechoslovakia that went into extra time and did weaken them. In TTL, that playoff doesn't happen and Northern Ireland are more ready this time and in all fairness, given how well they performed at that World Cup, it isn't hard for them to think they could actually have gotten far. And yes, Wales lost like OTL and England beat Sweden to march on to the Semis with the Scots down and out. So the Semi Finals as follows...

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England vs. West Germany

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Have a guess what scores might be and who'll win. I already have an idea of the results, I won't say anything other than they are both what you might expect and not expect...find out next time!



 
Chapter 12: Game Changer
Chapter 12: Game Changer

Despite the disappointment of Scotland and Wales falling at the Quarter-finals, the British press ramped up the hype in the build up for the Semi-finals to take place on the 24th June as both Northern Ireland and England would be playing then. However it was the former team that everyone was talking about as Northern Ireland's giant killings over Italy, Germany and now France had captured everyone's imagination and some were even thinking that the best was yet to come. It was said that in Belfast alone that a record breaking number of people bought a television set just to watch Northern Ireland's next game against the mighty Brazil, but few thought the plucky little nation would do well. Of course, England were the other team that couldn't be forgotten about and had done better than what they archived at the 1954 World Cup and so some comfort could be made that the team had made progress, all that stood in their way from getting into the final was West Germany.

Previous results against the Germans had all been in England's favour, they had all been however friendlies and this would be the first competitive game between the two and a lot was being built up for this game on being a big clash and, much sadly to the likes of Edwards and Charlton, a lot of the build up by the English press couldn't help but bring in WWII related stuff. The two Manchester United players had to be thankful for the Germans who had saved their lives while they were in hospital and they and the rest of the surviving squad had nothing but gratitude for the Germans who saved their lives, it was a big shame it had to come down to this.

Nonetheless, the England team had a job to do as they walked out onto the pitch in Gothenburg, there was a sizable crowd of England supporters of about five hundred or so who had made the trip over, waving their Union Jack flags or wearing white and red scarfs and there was no doubt a bigger crowd back home was watching the game live on TV, all of which were hoping for England to reach the final. Edwards looked at the German team, dressed in their away kit of green tops and socks along with black shorts, and knew that despite good early results against the Germans, he knew that this game was going to be very different.

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Over in Solna, the game was a true David vs. Goliath encounter as Northern Ireland prepared to face off Brazil. Along with several of their supporters who had made the journey over to Sweden, they were thankfully backed by a big Swedish support that had followed them from Norrkoping to back their newly adopted team, however the slick Brazilians had also amassed a big following in Sweden too and it was going to lead a strange atmosphere, more so than for the Irish players hearing the Swedish crowd chant 'Norn Iron!' in a Swedish accent made it all seem strange.

The referee, who happened to be Welsh funnily enough as Brazil had defeated them in the Quarter-finals, blew his whistle to start the game and quickly the Brazilians started quickly on the attack and their style of play was very different from what the Irish players were use to by the European teams they had faced so far. For the first two minutes, all that Northern Ireland could do was try and get the ball off Brazil, then Vavá would quickly snatch the ball off Keith before he hammered it home to put the South Americans up 1-0 with only two minutes in, not even Gregg could stop it as the speed caught him off guard. Cue loud celebrations from the crowd supporting Brazil

Gregg cursed his luck, pick the ball out from the net and kicked it out in frustration of going down so soon. The next few minute thankfully the Irish managed to hold the ball and trying their best not for the men in yellow shirts trying to get the ball of them, and then to everyone's amazement, McParland decided to volley with the ball in the ninth minute towards the goal and although the Brazilian goalkeeper managed to get his hands to it, he couldn't hold it and he fumbled it and it went in for a goal. Great celebrations in the stadium for the men in green and no doubt similar scenes being repeated back home. Even after the celebrations had died down and Brazil prepared to kick off from the centre circle, many of the Irish in the stadium either on the pitch, bench or in the stands all looked at each other and wondered if the unlikely was going to happen...it couldn't right?

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Unaware of what was going on in the other game, England had been the better team so far by having the more possession of the ball but yet had to score a goal. Little was helped by the Swedes in the crowd who seemed to boo every time the English got a touch on the ball, no doubt angry after England had knocked the hosts out in the Quarter-finals, but the men in white knew they would be playing the villains in this game. In the twelve minute, Wright lobs the ball up towards Charlton who then passes the ball up towards Edwards and after dodging many German defenders, rips their defensive open and scores the opening goal. There is a long way to go yet, but it is the perfect start for England in the open part of the game.

The World Champions pick themselves up and actually start playing better, much to the English's surprise and in the eighteenth minute, Seeler almost scores but just goes over the bar. They aren't champions for nothing and they start to attack the English defensive line and the tables seem turned with Winterbottom shouting from the touchline to his players to get back in it. Many minutes pass by with the game going back and forward over who is playing better and in all fairness, the Germans deserve a goal for their efforts. The thirty second minute comes round and Edwards attempts to take the ball off Herbert Erhardt and skids in to get the ball, but instead feels the full force of the German falling on top of him. While Erhardt gets up, Edwards does not, Instead, he is clutching his leg in pain and the England doctor rushes on to see what can be done.

A worried Wright looks on fearing the worse and after a minute of looking over him, the doctor motions for a stretcher. The English players can watch with heartache as their main man is taking away in pain, and even the Swedes who had been booing the English earlier can't help but feel a bit sorry for Edwards. In future England would call on for a substitute for a moment like this, but that rule wasn't there here and England now have to play the game a man down and at the mercy of the Germans. Then the referee awards then a free kick for the Germans which Seeler takes and finds the foot of Hans Schäfer who fires it pass the England goalkeeper and bring the game level...game on, as they say.

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Back in Solna, the Brazilians were throwing everything at the Irish, but the game was still tied at 1-1 amazingly. Although the Irish haven't troubled the Brazilian goal since McParland's fluke of a goal, they are braving the storm. In the thirty ninth minute, it is getting close to half time and it remains like this then it'll be consider a good result for them to hold. During that moment however, Blanchflower tries to pass the ball to Cush, however he slips forward and this leads for Didi to rush in in what looks like a split second and rush towards the penalty box, despite the presence of Keith and Cunnignham, Didi chips it over the two defenders and Gregg leans back trying to get it, but he is unable to get it as the ball falls downwards over the goal line and puts the South Americans up 2-1.

It is not what the Irish wanted and Gregg looks back and the ball sitting in the back of the net and wondering what will the half time team talk be about. The Brazilians have been the hardest team they've come across and it is starting to look like that most predictions on who will come out victorious are proving to be right. After the game starts again, Brazil come attack again with the intend to build on their lead, Pelé fires in a volley but this time, Gregg get's a good save on the ball and the Irish keeper can take some comfort that he has at least done one save to stop Brazil.

Finally halftime comes round and the two teams walk off with a range of emotions. Gregg thinks about his teammate Edwards and wonder how he is getting on, not aware of what'd happened to him.

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The term game changer might be somewhat overused, but in the England/West Germany match, it had become apparent there. After Edwards was taking away for his leg, England became a shadow of the team that they once were as the ten man team become weak against a resurging West Germany who did all they could to try and put them in front. To their dismay and England's relief, no more goals were scored and the two teams would have very different team talks over how to play the second half. As the second half began, it started as more or less the same with the Germans being the better team in the game.

Then in the fifty first minute, Rahn finally got the goal for West Germany from a corner kick which he headed in and seemly broke English hopes for victory. To England's credit, they tried to get back in the game with Charlton linking up with Haynes and Wright lobbed the ball up the field and little less that thirty seconds after that last goal, Haynes fired in what seemed like a goal, only for the German keeper to save it.

Yes, it wasn't all going to plan as some would have hoped for England.

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If things were falling apart for England, they had all but collapsed for Northern Ireland. Just a minute after Rahn scored for West Germany, Pelé would score for Brazil to put them up 3-1 thanks to a wonderful work of play that even the most hardy Northern Ireland supporter would say was damn good. For Northern Ireland, all they could do was try and make sure no more goals would be scored. That would prove to be better laid plans as then in the fifty ninth minute, Pelé would strike again by outwitting Gregg and putting Brail 4-1 up and surely in for the final.

"That lad's got skill," Gregg noted as he spoke to Blanchflower who went over to try and give support to their weary keeper.

"Aye," Blanchflower replies. "The game's up for us, best we can do is just not make them score more goals. We'll keep the ball away from you the best we can."

True to his word, the team give Gregg a helping hand to make sure Brazil doesn't score more goals. Gregg checks his watch and see's that just something like twenty minutes remain.

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It was fair to say that West Germany's goal had made the English to drop their heads and they have been playing much poorer, the loss of Edwards has really effected them. It is almost painful to see how poor they are the England fans in the crowd stop waving their flowers and now have no voice to try and cheer their team on. Although the English defence seems to hold, their lack of a striker is ultimately been their undoing and it is a question of not if but when the Germans might score.

In the seventy seventh minute, Rahn does an old one-two trick after running with the ball he cross it over towards Seeler who volleys the goal in to make the score 3-1 to West Germany. From then on, no more goals are scored in either Semi-final and Irish supporters would say that they were well beaten by a far greater team, England fans would always think of what if moments saying that had Edwards not been injured, they might have won the game. Alas, both teams are eventually defeated and Brazil and West Germany would meet in the final.

There is much disappointment from the British press over their exploits, however there is one last game to play for both of them...the battle for Third place.

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So there we are, both British teams are defeated and now have one last game to play. I did think of having England in the final, but I thought the Semi's might've been the limit. One thing I will say is that I'm needing some ideas for future World Cups/Euros with the Home Nations in them and it would be nice if any of you have ideas as it does help motivate me in getting these chapters out. But yeah, one more chapter of '58, then we go to Chile '62...keep an eye out!

 
Chapter 13: Hello Again
Chapter 13: Hello Again

While most of the international press was gearing up to witness the 1958 World Cup final between Brazil and West Germany that was to take place on the following day of the 29th June, the British press was turning their attention to the third-place game the day before. Normally no one really cared about that game, but it had a unique flair about it as it would be Northern Ireland vs. England, the first time the two had faced each other away from the British Isles and the first all British Third-place game. The lack of interest in the game from most was quite evident as the Ullevi stadium only had about twenty three thousand people to watch the game with it being made up of curious locals, several British supporters making the trip out for the game, journalists and members of the FA and IFA and quite a lot of Swedes who had followed the Irish on their travels and were here to give them a final send off.

Little was known at that time, but those Swedes following the Irish would eventually lay the seeds for the Northern Ireland Swedish Supporters Club. As the two teams made their way out on the pitch being led by Brozzi, the Argentine Referee, there was some confidence from the Irish contingent that they might be able to pull of another shock as during the that year's British Home Championship, Northern Ireland had managed to beat England at Wembley 3-2 so there was something for the men in green and white to look out for. The English on the other hand weren't in a good place to say the least, they lost badly to West Germany and received heavy and rather unjust criticism at home and their man danger man, Duncan Edwards, had been injured in that game and wouldn't be able to play in this game.

To make matters worse for Edwards and to quite literally add insult to injury, even if England had gotten to the final, he wouldn't had been able to play in it and all he could do was sit on the bench and try and act as moral support for his fellow teammates. The rather subdued crowd made the whole atmosphere feel really strange, it wasn't like what they had been use either at home or at this World Cup. The Irish got the kick off and the game began with both teams rather than flying out of the traps like they have done, take the game at a rather leisured pace. One could be mistaken that neither team wants to be here which makes for a very unimpressive opening few minutes of the game. Taking Edwards' place in the England line up would be Tom Finney and was quite a good choice for Winterbottom to choose from to help the English get victory here.

After a rather uneventful fifteen minutes that would've put anyone to sleep, Finney tries a volley at the Northern Irish goal, but Gregg dives to his right to make a brilliant save. At least something is happening now. Then just three minutes later, McParland attempts to try at the other end of the field, only this time his effort goes way past the goal and out for Colin McDonald to take a goal kick. Many British press men and commentators for the radio are now wondering if this encounter might become one big anti-climax, though some would argue that the fact both teams failed to make the final that this game was going to be an anti-climax regardless. In the Twenty second minute, England are award a free kick after Haynes was brought down by Bertie Peacock for a foul and Finney prepares to take it just ten meters away from the penalty box from the right of the field.

Gregg calls out his teammates to get into position before Finney fires the cross as the Irish wall jumps up but fail to get one head on the ball right before it finds the head of Charlton and headers it low past the hands of Gregg to get the ball to hit the ground and bounce up to the hit the back of the net. England are 1-0 up and of the all the players in that England squad to get one past the hands of Gregg, it would happen to be his Manchester United teammate. An irony not lost on anyone in the know. The game then carries on and this time England start to boss the proceedings with them getting much more shots on target thanks to Haynes, Finney and Charlton, but neither can score thanks Gregg as he starts to show why many are putting him down as the goal keeper of the tournament.

The English huff and puff, but can't break down the stubborn Irish defence as the referee calls for half time. As the two teams head off the pitch and towards the tunnel, Gregg looks over to Edwards and the two men know that when the two countries face off each other, they can't be friendly at this point until the game is over and whoever has won...

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Just like how the first half concluded, it begins with the English showing their dominance of the ball, even though they know they have to get another goal in order to put this game to bed. Gregg is doing his part however but needs his teammates to do the same and get a goal. In the fifty second minute of the game, McParland attempts at a cross in the box and Cush runs in to get his head on to it and many believe that a goal is about to happen against the run of play, but to everyone's shock, Cush mistimes his head and the ball goes over the crossbar and a rare chance for Northern Ireland vanishes in the blink of an eye.

Gregg groans at his end of the pitch, still, at least they are trying their hardest to get something from this. More minutes tick by and England are turning the screw on the Irish and even without Edwards, they are playing like his in the team and it only makes more painful for some that England could in this moment in time getting ready for the final. Time and time again the England forwards pepper pot the Irish goal but yet Gregg is proven himself to the wall that stops any English goals coming in. In the seventy third minute, the game is getting rather tense for the English as they way they have been playing, they should be at least four goals up, but the score line remains 1-0 and they know the Irish can surprise like what they did with France and there is no way in hell any of those players wearing the three lions on their badge are going to let that happen.

A minute later, Charlton outwits Cunningham causing the Irish defender to stumble over and sends the ball over to Haynes who keeps his eye on the ball the whole time and right before the ball has even hit the ground, he volleys the ball with his right foot and Gregg dives to his left to get his hands on it. His fingertips do touch it, but sadly the ball isn't deflected in anyway and instead crashes into the top left hand side of the net and finally getting a goal past Gregg to put England 2-0 up at long last. An applause rings out around the stadium for the goal and for Gregg's outstanding efforts he's out in for this whole game as he looks over to his left seeing the unofficial Swedish fan club cheering him on. He does find it nice that even goal keepers can be appreciated.

At this point, England take their foot off the gas and start to relax more knowing that they have this game in the bag, ironically, Northern Ireland start to play more attacking football in the dying moments of the game and there is perhaps some frustrations of why Northern Ireland couldn't be like that for the rest of the game. Whatever the reason, no more goals are scored and the referee blows his whistle to end the game and England are victors in this Third Place game. The Irish players are disappointed but nonetheless appreciate the support they receive from the locals as they do a lap of honour to thank the unlikely new fans they've received on their travels in Sweden.

After England are awarded their bronze medals, Gregg makes his way over to Edwards, who in turn is walking up to him while using a walking stick to get over to him. "Hello again," Gregg greets his Manchester United teammate.

"Same to you," Edwards replies. "Pity I couldn't play, but I suppose I let the chaps have their moment of glory." He looks over at his happy teammates before looking back at Gregg. "Have to say we're happy for what Northern Ireland did, seems everyone loves an underdog story."

"And you had to be the villains," Gregg chuckles in which Edwards laughs too.

"Still, I think we did our friends proud looking down on us up there," Edwards notes as he looks up towards the heavens and Gregg nods.

"Aye, but I bet it won't be long until one of us are World Champions at this rate." Gregg smiles.

Indeed, there would be a British team in the final, but for some, this would be their last World Cup as all eyes now looked towards the next World Cup in 1962.

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And there we have it, 1958 wrapped up and we now look forward to the next World Cup in Chile! Would be nice to hear any ideas from you guys of which British team should qualify and who should make the final and yes, I will say that 1962 will see a British team make the final, but who will it be? Time to speculate! And another thing, the final result and winner of the 1958 final is...

Brazil 5 - 3 West Germany
 
Should be Ingurrrrland, but improved performances from the British teams might see different European teams qualifying to what happened originally.

Be nice to see Brian Clough get a few caps in the World Cup, if things progress as OTL he's got three seasons of fine goalscoring form at Middlesbrough coming up before it, and one at Sunderland (if his treacherous transfer still happens)
 
Chapter 14: It's A Bit Chilly Out Here (FIFA World Cup 1962)
Chapter 14: It's A Bit Chilly Out Here

1962 would mark as the seventh year of the World Cup and this time it would be based in Chile and fifteen countries would be present...well, sixteen if you didn't mean the United Kingdom as a whole. Somewhat disappointedly, compared to all the British teams making it to the last World Cup, only two would make the trip to South America, England and Wales. Scotland had to play Czechoslovakia in a play off which they narrowly lost and they had, now looking back in hindsight, rather foolish idea of focusing all efforts in wining that season's British Home Championship undefeated and thus affected their chances of qualifying. However some made the argument that Matt Busby was focusing his efforts in rebuilding his Manchester United squad that was destroyed four years ago and he only managed to keep his job after promising the SFA that he would help Scotland qualify for the next World Cup in 1966, one that was to be hosted in England and one that they didn't want to miss out on.

More sadness was that Northern Ireland also failed to make after being place in a tough qualifying group including West Germany and Greece and after their brave heroics at the last World Cup, they sadly wouldn't be able to make the trip to South America but there was some hope that it would only help spur them on for making the next World Cup. For Wales, Jimmy Murphy stayed on as Wales manager and had done a remarkable task of beating Spain in a tight play off and would claim that he would take Busby's words to heart to help his country make their second appearance at the World Cup. England had undergone a few changes with Walter Winterbottom, in his final month as England manager, making Duncan Edwards the captain of the team and who had helped England breeze through the qualifying rounds to make it to Chile.

Much like how the English and Scottish teams shared a transatlantic flight to Brazil for the 1950 World Cup, England and Wales did the same for the trip to Chile and many locals waiting for them at their airport to greet them and must of though that the concept of two teams sharing a flight over being very strange, but then again that probably was British football as a whole in the eyes of the world. But like the other nations competing, they all shared a desire...to win the World Cup and be champions of the world. When the draw had been set, England had been placed in Group 2 along with Italy, Switzerland and hosts Chile while Wales had gone in Group 3 along with Mexico, Czechoslovakia and champions Brazil, neither group being seen as easy by most however both teams hoped that their experience would help them get them out of the their respected groups.

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The 31st May would be the day England and Wales would begin their tilt at the World Cup with the Welsh taking on the Czechs while England had the job on facing Italy. In the tunnel in the Estadio Nacional, the two teams lined up as they waited to head out onto the pitch of the Chilean national stadium. A large crowd greeted the two teams as they walked out on the pitch and there was a confidence in that England team that this could be there year, after all, they had gotten further in the last two World Cups so there wasn't any reason to think they could go all the way to the final.

Edwards started to lead the team forward and they were quite surprised to see that the much fancied Italians weren't really playing in the opening part of the game, granted they had missed out on the last World Cup and would be a little bit rusty, but even so they had a number of good players that could beat the English. Charlton and Edwards began to link up play dancing around the men in light blue and before anyone knew it in just the tenth minute of the game, Edwards took aim and lobbed in a wonderful shot into the top right corner of the net and celebrated...only for it to be ruled offside as several of his teammates began to swam around the referee and express their displeasure. Edwards runs in to try and defuse the situation and after some finger pointing and arguing, the game starts again and that offside goal has woken up the Italians as they start to push forward. Game on.

Despite an attempt on goal by Bruno Mora in the fifteenth minute, it is caught by Ron Springett and he quickly kicks it up the field and not waste time. It has so far been a fast an frantic opening for this game and Ron Flowers gets his foot on the ball and crosses it over to Edwards who runs with it and is nearing the goal, but rather than score, he back passes it his left were Haynes has been shadowing the England captain before getting a touch on the ball and slamming it home into the back of the net. After just seventeen minutes. England are 1-0 up, and for them, it turns out to be a good game for them...

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At the same time as that game was taking place, Wales were facing off Czechoslovakia in the other game in the Estadio Sausalito in Viña del Mar, but the Welsh weren't feeling all that comfortable and it wasn't just of a tough Czech team that despite pushing them back were still drawing 0-0 after just twenty minutes, the men in red had found experience in South America a culture shock. The team had made Viña del Mar their accommodation and though it did looks beautiful with their seaside hotel overlooking the sea, looks had been deceiving as the night before, there had been a gun fight going on and it made the players still awake all night with them fearing that they might meet a deadly end in their sleep.

Jimmy Murphey had found the experience so far to be dangerous and he didn't know if the firing was related to football or something else because he hoped to hell it wasn't the former. He knew there was nothing wrong about people getting passionate about a game of football, but he thought that these South American types were taking it too far and wonder if they would perhaps get out off their alive, and he wouldn't mean the group they were in. As the game was going on, The Czechs were leading the game, but Barrie Jones would get the ball of the Czech player and pass it up to John Charles waiting for him, alas his attempt on goal, Wales' only attempt so far, goes over the bar.

Charles sighs and shakes his head as does the rest of his teammates, the temperature had not been with them as well. When they all knew that would be spending their summer holidays in South America they remembered what the English and Scottish teams had said about their Brazilian adventure in 1950 and imagined blazing hot sunshine and steamy tropical weather, what neither of the players fail to realise was that May would be the start of the Chilean winter and it was only going to get much colder and to add insult to injury, many of the players had only packed thin shirts and shorts and had been uncomfortable the whole time.

Indeed for the Welsh, the country was living up to it's namesake. The first half carried on despite Murphy barking orders out on the touchline to his players, they looked quite out of it and the crowd of twelve thousand had been unimpressed at what they'd been witnessing and the first half ended in a dull 0-0 draw. The dressing room wasn't a happy place as the Welsh players all looked out of it, no doubt their lack of sleep causing them to play poorly.

"We're damn lucky to get to this point with them haven't scored," Murphy scolds them like an angry teacher. "I know things have been difficult since we got here, but come on, we can do better than this surely?"

Neither of the players speak back and Stuart Williams, the captain of this team, looked up at the manager and speaks. "We are slack, but haven't had a good sleep. If there wasn't that gunfight, we would be playing better." Several of the players mutter in agreement.

Murphy nods. "Right...so in that case, I want you to go out there and win, how hard is that?" His response catches the team off guard and not sure if he knows what he's talking about, but they'd have to go out onto the pitch and try for themselves...

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The Welsh start playing better and it does seem quite amazing what a few words can do, even if they do sound rather daft at first. Charles and Ivor Allchurch attempt each a shot on target, but the ball is either caught for the keeper or goes past the goal. Fifty minutes have gone and no goals have been scored, another ten minutes go by and still there isn't the sight of the net bulging and the crowd start to jeer at how boring the game has become, even though either team has had chances to score. Another twenty minutes go by and it is still at a deadlock, but then Williams gets the ball and passes up the field towards Barrie Jones who in turns passes it Charles.

The Welsh forward runs with the ball and rather than pass to a nearby player as he is about to be surrounded, he decides to cross it over and hope that he might get something out of it. The ball starts to fall and the Czech keeper tries to get a hand on it but only gets it over slightly with a fingertip, but it does nothing really as the ball curls downwards for a goal. The crowd get's to it's feet and celebrates not really as they are supporting the Welsh, but at the fact finally something has happened. Murphy gives his players a thumbs up and checks his watch to see that only ten minutes remain and they are 1-0 up. Thankfully for him, they'd hold on for that result.

The Welsh players walk off after full time and look at each other with disbelieve that they managed to get something out of it despite being in a sleepy state. Hopefully now they could get a result against Mexico next and hopefully a better sleep, neither of which seem all that simple.

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We roll onto the '62 World Cup and I bet many of you were surprised that Wales made it to this World Cup and that Northern Ireland and Scotland didn't, but keep a note on Scotland in future...

Anyway, will the Welsh make it and will they meet England soon? Speculate where they might end up and stay tuned for next time!


 
Chapter 15: No Thrills Attached
Chapter 15: No Thrills Attached

Following their squeaky victory over Czechoslovakia, a victory that some would say they were lucky to get, Wales are back in the Estadio Sausalito as they prepare to take on Mexico were they know a win would surely book their place for the Quarter-finals. The team are glad to have a three day rest break before their second group game but knew that they couldn't rest on their laurels. The team would end up training on the beach and not only was this good for keeping them alert, but also warmed up his players to get use to the climate out here, in addition their training exercises would draw a crowd of curious locals as they were considered an unknown quantity and had no idea where Wales was.

There was one amusing moment that Murphy and the players watched while at their stay at the hotel in which a FAW official was trying to point out Wales on a map of the world to bemused members of staff. However no matter how much he tried, the poor man couldn't win as they kept coming up with the same response.

"¿te refieres a Inglaterra?" They would say, what that meant was 'you mean England?' The official sighed in defeat and walked away, despite the amusement it had caused for the team, and invariably helping them relax more, they couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy who had been trying show hard to promote Wales to the world.

"Was a good effort, sir," said Mel Charles.

"They'll know us eventually," Roy Vernon.

Murphy smiled and looked at his players. "And I know the best way of doing that...by winning the cup!"

Several players laughed at this thinking it was a joke, but they all looked at the determined look on his face and saw he wasn't joking.

"You...think we can do it?" John Charles asked in bewilderment.

"I don't see why not," Murphy replied. "We qualified to win the World Cup, not to make up numbers as some of these other nations seem to do. Don't tell me you're thinking of being one of them, right?"

The players were all silent and didn't know how to reply, in all fairness, the thought of winning it had never really crossed their minds, they thought England would want it more and yet...

"He's right," Ivor Allchurch uttered out. "Who knows, could be our last chance to play in a World Cup and lets be honest, if the English win it, we'll probably won't hear the end of it."

Many of the teammates mutter in agreement, that had been something that hadn't thought it if England won it. "Alright then," Stuart Williams added. "Who is next to face? Mexico is it? If we beat them, then why the hell not?"

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Back at the Estadio Sausalito on the 3rd June, Wales were facing of Mexico. The Welsh knew that a win over the Mexicans would book their place in the Quarter-finals and try at their unlikely shot of winning the World Cup. The Welsh had been gathered a small following of supporters, though it wasn't the same as they had back home, still it was nice to have some backing. Unlike the last game, the Welsh were playing much better and the Mexicans looked a little bit rattled, they had lost to Brazil and knew that defeat would mean an early exit from the tournament. After fifteen minutes, Wales kept pushing and pushing until final Charles would cross a ball over to Vernon and header home a downward ball in for a goal and putting them a goal up.

Right after that opening goal, the Welsh players suddenly start to think that just maybe things might work out for them. Their style of play is nothing fancy, a real workman style team with thrills attached, still it isn't all about showing off. Despite being more in control of the game during that first half, Wales can't seem to add on their lead and rather sizable support of Mexicans who've made the journey down south are unimpressed by their team's performance. Nothing seems to happen up until Barrie Jones goes on the run with the ball and sends the ball up to Vernon who slots it home in the bottom corner to put Wales up 2-0 before the break.

Nothing too fancy happens at the end of the first half as too with nothing happening in the second half which becomes something of an anti-climax for the neutrals, but after the final whistle goes, the men in red widely celebrate that they are through to the next round and Murphy is awarded with everyone of the players that night in the hotel getting him a drink and dreams of World Cup glory start to look likely...until they are pumped 3-0 by Brazil in their final group game probably after thinking too much of the knockout stage. But the dragons are one their way...

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Shorter chapter than normal, but I haven't had much time to get much done and I hope that hasn't made this a bit of a disappointment for you. For those wondering about England, ITTL, they take Germany's place and results (other than the Italy game) and vice versa so both will be in the Quarter-finals, but different places. So here is the Quarter-final list as follows...
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Chile vs. Soviet Union

Brazil vs. West Germany

England vs. Yugoslavia

Hungary vs. Wales

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Who will win in the next update? Speculate and find out next soon!





 
Chapter 16: Like Watching Brazil
Chapter 16: Like Watching Brazil
The 10th June would be the Quarter final stage and Wales would take on Hungary in Rancagua. Murphy had stuck with his tried and tested team selection he had used in the last few group games but he wasn't thinking about the game but rather the press back home. When they returned from the World Cup in Sweden, it seemed like no one all over the Welsh Valleys seemed aware of their plucky heroics and the press seemed more keen on how the rugby team was getting on and the football team wasn't even given a mention in all their time they have been at this World Cup, never mind being even an afterthought.

The players all knew this as well as the team bus rounded the corner as it approached the stadium, they all shared Murphy's frustrations of them not being regarded as such and made all the more worse with the London and even Cardiff based press focusing on England's game with Yugoslavia. Granted they all knew England had all the big stars surrounding it, but the Welsh seemed to get little more than a little article saying that they were lucky to get through. The bus finally stopped and the players starting to leave the bus as many curious locals ran up to the players trying to get autographs. Though the crowd quickly dispersed when they didn't seem to know who they were. Murphy felt angry by this, who were they expecting? Italy? Brazil? West Germany?

Still, he was sure that by the end of this tournament, hopefully everyone would know where Wales was...even if he knew that they wouldn't be playing the smartest of football.

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The start of the game with Hungary had proven to be quit a handful for Wales as the much experienced team passed the ball around the pitch. There was a small crowd here of just under twelve thousand which might've not sound that big, but in some way it did sort of worked for the players as it gave them a intimate feel which helped the Welsh players settle in more. However in the tenth minute, János Farkas managed to outwit Mel Hopkins before trying his hand at firing a long shot out towards the goal, only for Jack Kelsey to make a diving safe to his right and keeping it goalless.

Although Murphy wasn't a superstitious person, he was convinced that the Welsh's away yellow kit which they had to wear in this match, due to the Hungarian team 'apparently' forgetting their change, was bad luck. True nothing terrible had happened to them in that kit, but after that Brazil game, there was something about yellow on shirts that he found off putting in a strange way. He was so deep in thought when he didn't notice that the Welsh bench all leapt to their feet about to celebrate before groaning in despair, for in the seventeenth minute, Vernon had almost put Wales up in front.

The had suddenly opened up and while Wales weren't playing silky football that wasn't going to win them any fans, it was working a treat for them at keeping the Hungarians at bay. He didn't know, but Murphy had a feeling they could get something out of this game. Hungary was still a top class team, but they were no longer the skilful team that had come so close to winning the World Cup just eight years ago and had been on something on a decline since then. Then in the twenty ninth minute, Barrie Jones ran down on the left flank of the pitch to cross the ball over to John Charles who had to leap higher over several Hungarian players to try and get his head on it.

It connects with the ball and with just a few inches to space, the ball goes flying just under the bar and send the Wales 1-0 to everyone's amazement. Murphy smiles at the players as they surround Charles and congratulate him on their unlikely lead, they have at least done better so far than what they did at the last tournament by getting a goal in the Quarter-final. The game carries on with the Welsh playing with their boring but practical style of football and keeping the Hungarians from trying to equaliser right up to the end of the first half when afterwards, many of the men in yellow look at each other in disbelieve then towards a large score board reading out 'Gales 1 - Hungría 0'.

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Murphy's halftime team talk wasn't anything special, just try and get another goal and keep it like that. The Welsh now start the second half looking more like on the offensive and even the Chilean crowd was starting to cheer the Welsh for putting up quite a hearty performance and the Hungarians looked rather stumped at what was happening, it seemed like they didn't expect to be a goal down at this stage. They start throwing men forward to try and get a goal back, but end up fouling several Welsh players and tensions start flaring up when Ferenc Sipos brings down Cliff Jones for what is the third time in the game in the fifty second minute and the two men get into a heated confrontation in which Nikolay Latyshev, the Russian referee, tried to break up the confrontation but wasn't helped with players from both sides trying to have their say on the matter.

For about a minute it descends into a finger pointing match that ends with a whimper when the captain on either team doing their best to make sure the players returned to the game. Eventually the game restarted and Wales started to pass the ball around that was a far cry from the boring style of play Wales had been playing before. "It's like watching Brazil," Murphy chuckled to one of the assistants in the dugout. It was then during the sixtieth minute that Vernon had the ball a few feet away from the penalty box with László Sárosi and Ernő Solymosi crowding around him, but someone the Welsh forward pulled of a great move to deceive both Hungarian defenders and strike home the ball into the bottom left corner and putting Wales 2-0 up.

The game has not gone the way most pundits, journalists and even most neutrals have expected as everyone in the stadium is gripped by a sense of this strange game. Just three minutes later, it gets worse for Hungary as Sipos, with the frustration getting to him, get's into yet another scuffle with Cliff Jones with Sipos pushing Jones over in what can be described as playground argument. The referee, having put up with the Hungarian player's antics for nearly the whole game, has had enough and orders Sipos off. Despite his and his teammates' protests, he has to walk off the field and soon, this World Cup.

With Hungary down to ten men, Wales starting pushing them back with them almost going 3-0 up in the sixty eighth minute by Charles, but his kick just goes wide off the post and it is a let off for Hungary, but in the end, it doesn't really matter. The game ends 2-0 to Wales and the Chilean crowd applaud, stamp their feet and cheer the Welsh for their great underdog performance as Wales become the fourth British team to reach the Semi-final stage of the World Cup. Murphy let's the players celebrate their moment of glory while he shakes the hand of Lajos Baróti, the Hungarian head coach. After shaking his hand, Murphy now starts to wonder if they'll get a little bit more respect and more importantly, who will be their opponents in the Semi. He, his team and all of Wales would soon find out...

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Update! So sorry it has taking me ages to update as one, I had to go away to North Yorkshire for a wedding and two, the original file I had for this chapter was lost and I felt pretty gutted about that as it was a more fleshed out chapter. That all said, I will improve for the next update which will be with England vs. Yugoslavia and hopefully glory for one of our British teams here. One question I will ask of you guys is for '66 and '70, yes it is a wee bit early for that, but I'm thinking of having all the home nations for '66 and maybe '70 and if you guys have any ideas on what could happen either on or off the pitch to try and make things not so ASB.

I'm willing to hear what you great people out there have to say. Stay tune for some Ingurland stuff!
 
My opinion for 66 is make the Jock Stein Manager (splitting the job with Celtic naturally) and have him build a team using the Lisbon Lions and other Scottish greats that would be a great team to see play in blue.
 
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