Granted, they didn’t fulfil the ‘It’s coming home’ dream but they gave their all.
At the end of the day the World Cup brought people and communities back together.
It was nice to hear people talking to each other when out and about instead of walking past without so much as a good morning. The World Cup 2018 England team have been the best senior male England team to achieve anything close to success in the last 28 years. So instead of slating them, EB Warris, try supporting them instead.
I find the hypocrisy of the activists who protested at the recent visit to the UK of President Trump quite nauseating.
All the main politicians in Britain have their followers who treat them like demi gods without question.
As a result Mrs May continues to sail down the river those who voted to leave the EU ably supported by those demanding a second referendum as anyone who voted to leave must be stupid and after all our political elite knows best.
During the protests against Trump groups were marching against his attitude towards women, his racism,and his stance on security.
Sadly these groups were happy to allow Corbyn to lead the protest, a man who sees no problem when his shadow chancellor suggests a female MP should be hanged, a man happy to call IRA murderers and some extremist Islamic groups his friends, a man described as an anti-Semite and racist by a veteran Labour MP.
Perhaps we can take the moral high ground and criticise foreign politicians when we have put our own house in order.
Sadly, finding a decent leader in this generation of professional politicians, a group unemployable outside politics leaves me with little hope and worried how divided we as a nation have become and how those divisions are exploited by our political masters.
Hell for the autistic
Living in Sheffield is proving to be hell on Earth for those children and adults who suffer from autism or similar conditions, not to mention the elderly, and pets too.
Having to listen to loud music within your own home, unable to find a quiet space away from it is a form of persecution.
Where can we go when our city is a madness of noise?
Just a visit to the supermarket is an ordeal with outdoor and indoor “music” attacking the senses. Not just hearing but feeling the vibrations through the entire body. And as for music festivals near residential areas, it is not on.
John C Fowler
Leverton Gardens, S11
Have we any Parliamentarians or Royalists for a possible photo opportunity in Sheffield later this year?
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Chalk and cheese
Michael Parker’s letter “Sham cheese dealers”, (Star, July 7) made for very interesting reading, as a history lesson of life in this country c 1856.
While entertaining your readers with its record of criminal life in those days it sadly appears to be missing the point of my original “Still good people” letter. His thoughts and mine being likened to chalk and cheese?
I assume from the content of your letter Michael that you are not a person of vintage years, when you dismiss as a myth my comments about the old-time community spirit being long gone – or in your words “ a long gone golden age in which everyone was nice to each other and crime didn’t exist in their neck of the woods”.
To extrapolate your “logic” further, in 1787 transportation from England to the first penal colonies in Australia started. From 1788-1868 165000 convicts were transported for the most common offences of petty theft or larceny, followed by housebreaking, highway robbery, stealing clothing and animals, prostitution, crimes of deception, to name but a few.
Under the heading “Road to the Scaffold,” capital offences included being in the company of gipsies for a month, malicious maiming of cattle, damaging Westminster Bridge, general poaching, begging without a licence, stealing from a rabbit warren, pickpocketing, being out at night with a blackened face.
While this further information together with your own, makes for very interesting historical reading Michael, it does not relate to the pre- and immediate post- World War II times to which I was referring from my family’s personal life experiences.
In the 1930s there was no myth of a community spirit of helping one’s neighbour. In my childhood days of being brought up in the fishing area of Kingston upon Hull, everyone was in the same impoverished boat. We lived in back-to-back terraces in which everyone knew each other and popping round to “borrow” a cup of sugar etc was the order of the day.
The female adults gathered at the passageway ends to chat to each other while the children played on the pavements, or football and games on the streets – no parked cars in those days. When a neighbour died all the residents curtains were drawn in the terrace as a mark of respect. There was a different moral standard of living and behaviour in those days – especially among the children under the watchful eye of their parents.
Children were brought up to respect their local bobby on the beat, doctor, minister, teacher, elders. Yes, there was general crime in those days but it was extremely rare for a terrace neighbour to be hauled before the courts for a “serious” offence. My father was one of those unfortunate to be convicted for playing football on the street – and fined five shillings (25p).
With the advent of modern times and the demolition of the terrace houses the days of neighbours gathering at passageways and helping each other have long gone.
Busk Meadow, Sheffield, S5