Poland in October? Stop clowning around
The FA delegation that negotiated England’s qualifying schedule for the 2014 World Cup this past week could certainly be described as skilled and strategic based upon the outcome of the 2 hour meeting in Warsaw to decide the Group H fixture list. But superstitious? Certainly not. The team representing England’s interests, led by Club England managing director Adrian Bevington, undoubtedly succeeded in crafting a schedule that gives the Three Lions an excellent shot at booking an early ticket to Brazil. No games at all in June - when England’s players would likely be at their lowest physical ebb following an exhausting domestic season - and three of their first five qualifiers against the two lowest ranked countries in the group, San Marino (home and away) and Moldova (away). But England’s final Group H encounter? The match that we all hope will be a “dead rubber” by that time but that, nevertheless, may quite possibly end up being 90 minutes that define yet another footballing future for our country? Poland. In October. At Wembley. Those of us old enough to remember the stomach-churning agony of that night 38 years ago will naturally be captive to stirrings of unease should our national side once again be tasked to make it count as the qualifier clock strikes twelve. But Poland? That would be just be too much of a doppelganger moment. My dad and brother howling tormentedly at the living room TV as England squandered chance after chance after chance. Me doing my homework at the dining table, trying to divide my attention between differential equations and the hapless attempts of Channon, Chivers and Clarke to pierce the Polish rearguard. Finally giving up the ghost as the game entered injury time to join Dad and John by the TV, both on their feet now as the final minute of England’s qualification campaign for the 1974 World Cup ebbed away. A corner to England. “Come ON!” Dad shouts. “This time England!” belts John. Then in just seconds the story that becomes England’s future begins to be penned. The corner well struck to a melee of red and white at the edge of the six yard box. A cluster of heads, a ball directed down and goalwards. A Polish knee on the line directs the ball not out but sideways across the open goal towards the back post. More red and white. Kevin Hector’s boot. Then the ball limping along the side netting. Done. Dusted.
But of course that’s history. What’s important is designing the schedule that will maximize England’s chances of success. It’s all software and algorithms these days anyway. Nothing to do with superstition. Just input all the factors into the program and wait for it to spit out the answer. It’s facts not fate.
But Poland? In October?

Above: Kevin Hector (out of picture) scored a lot of goals but somewhat sadly for the erstwhile prolific striker none are remembered as much as this miss





