Is it really 30 years? Where the bloody hell did that go to?
This week’s ‘Later… with Jools Holland’ featured Dexy’s Midnight Runners and the programme closed with Dexy’s playing Come on Eileen, a song released in that fantastic summer of 1982. Ok, Kevin Rowland has swapped his gypsy minstrel look for a latino spiv bookie image and the band lacked some of the energy of the 80′s variety, but hey, so do most of us who tapped our toes to Dexys back in the day. You can catch it on iPlayer for the next week.
Interestingly – well, a little bit interestingly, Kevin used to live around here, and even less interestingly, once dried his underwear in the next tumble drier to mine in the laundrette near Gillot Road. In fact, one of Dexy’s songs, This is what she’s like, name checks the sadly deceased Little Nibble Cafe on our local High Street.
Anyway, all of that brought memories flooding back of Come on Eileen, and the glorious Summer of 1982 that followed the European Cup Final that year, which has its 30th anniversary the weekend after next. In those days you only got to be European Champions if your team had qualified by actually winning their own league the year before (nowadays anyone finishing more than 40 points below the league leaders can be welcomed into the inappropriately named ‘Champion’s League’).
Bayern Munich, last year’s German runners-up will contest the final on Saturday against last year’s English league runners-up Chelsea. Thirty years ago the mighty Bayern from Munich were in the final that year against English opposition too. They were one of the great teams in Europe, having won the European Cup three times and never been defeated in the final, and they were firm favourites to lift the trophy again on that barmy hot night in Rotterdam…
Until this happened…
Ok, one more time…
These people ’round here
With their beat down eyes sunk in smoke dried faces
They’re resigned to what their fate is
But not us, (no never) no not us (no never)
We are far to young and clever
Come on Eileen
Toora loora toora loo rye aye