You can claim you’re not arsed about this summer’s World Cup, but we all know that’s bollocks.
International football tournaments are indisputably brilliant.
Pound shops everywhere are dusting off the left over car flags from 2006, that prick from work has pulled Panama in the office sweepstake and the excuse to go to the pub on a Monday night we’ve all been waiting for is nearly upon us.
From Bebeto’s rocking the baby celebration, through trying to recreate that Gazza goal to blagging into pubs underage full of adolescent swagger, then 3 pints later giving Cristiano Ronaldo the wanker sign as you dry your eyes (mate) following another penalty defeat, international tournament years are landmark summers that shape your life. As do the songs that soundtrack them.
Most football songs are shit, destined to be forgotten about, neglected, unplayed and unloved, on the second side of a ‘Footie Anthems’ CD that’s been gathering dust in your childhood bedroom since your mum’s mate bought it for your 10th birthday.
However, every now and then one comes along that is genuinely brilliant, a Carnival de Paris in a sea of Diamond Lights.
Sitting somewhere between World in Motion and Fat Les, the Rhythm Method’s new World Cup single is the anthem we’ve all been waiting for since Three Lions.
Whilst he has built a likeable young team who will give it a good go over the next month or so, ultimately summer Soviet success surely seems slim for Southgate.
With that in mind, ‘Chin Up’ doesn’t so much set out to inspire the team to victory but rather to celebrate where we’ll really excel in Russia. The garden furniture flying across town squares, the fucking off of Mexican Waves and the inevitable, dramatic glorious failure, complete with a catchy chorus for the lads to sing along to.
Chin up England, it might just happen.