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As the Golden Summer Draws in, Keep That Fire Burning
As the golden summer draws to an end, Britain, as we now all call it, has very rarely felt a greater sense of optimism. We are winners; quirky, weird, islander winners.
One of the elements of our nature, which has been abundant throughout this summer of sport is our modesty, and as our minds our reluctantly dragged down from making pictures in the clouds, and to the grim reality of our finances, we are all fighting with our demons to remain positive.
Even the media during these glorious months of summer couldn’t put a dampener on things, and although the rain persisted well into August, the sun came out to play when it most mattered. Boris, still I’m sure hated by many, is now loved by more. Why, because despite his abundance of flaws, he is never anything other than himself.
As a nation we pride ourselves on not priding ourselves. We feel strength in the acceptance of our weaknesses. We don’t try to compete with the bigger boys. America and China we salute you. You have more people, and more money, and more productivity then us, but we do put on a jolly good show also.
The final act of the summer didn’t even happen on our shores, but rather across the Atlantic in the land of our distant relatives, the Americans. It was at their version of Wimbledon, only with less grass, class, and free Sunday pass, that King Andrew Murray of Scotland, sorry Britain, finally won his first grand slam trophy. He had worked so hard, and with Ivan Lendl and the Gods on his side, he was able to cap off a perfect year for him and for the rest of us. To all those who have anything negative to say about the young sporting genius; sand, bury, and head.
So what now? Well first off, we should probably all stop caring about football as much as we do. It’s nothing to do with class, passing ability, structure, talent, formation, pressure, or any other of the mundane bar stool excuses. It is simple; culturally we are a long way away from the best nations when it comes to football. DON’T ARGUE IT! In France it is poetry, in Spain freedom, in Brazil it is everything. In England it is a way to relieve boredom and get out of the house. The spirit of football isn’t dead in England, sorry Britain, but it’s certainly not well.
Anyway, I digress. See it is all too easy to be sucked back into negativity again. Let’s focus on the positives. We can win at sports. We can win at event organisation. We can win at spirit. We can win at comedy. We can even win at optimism, and for a long time I wasn’t optimistic about that prospect. So now, let’s win at change, and maintaining this momentum. All of our bank accounts are suffering, so let’s grow vegetables in our gardens, swap our drunken brawls for polite conversation, clear our attics and get some cash for gold. Let’s believe once more that the power is with us to turn our country’s fortunes around. Visit www.247cashforgold.co.uk today to see how you can get the most practical capital from your erratic attic haul.