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Chapter 1 Funeral Week

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‘ENGLAND DROP DRINK-DRIVER’ ran the headline above a two-paragraph story on the front of the Daily Telegraph. ‘Rio Ferdinand, the West Ham United footballer, was yesterday withdrawn from England’s squad to face Moldova next week after being convicted of drink-driving. Glen Hoddle made the decision because of “sensitivity towards the offence following the death of Diana, Princess of Wales in a car driven by a man who had been drinking”.’

It was a sound move by Hoddle, even though he had been put under pressure by Keith Wiseman, the Chairman of the Football Association. The country was in an alien emotional state. The funeral was about to take place in London amid scenes never witnessed before in the United Kingdom. For nearly a week, people queued patiently to sign books of condolence in memory of someone they had never met but felt they knew as if she was a member of their own family. On day two there were five books of condolence at St James’s Palace; by day four there were forty-three. Flowers piled up outside buildings and in parks. Priests, politicians, analysts and all manner of ‘royal experts’ tried to make sense of it, but by the end of the week it was not always clear for whom people were grieving, or why. It was profoundly moving and it was deeply disturbing. The only certainty was that the country had surprised itself by the manner of its reaction.

I visited Kensington Gardens just after Diana’s coffin had arrived from St James’s Palace. The park was choked. There were businessmen carrying briefcases and mothers cradling babies; there were teenagers and pensioners, cynics and sentimentalists, the buttoned up and the washed out. There were Japanese students and American tourists. Every tree had been turned into a shrine and thousands of people were camped out along the funeral route to Westminster Abbey. Two billion people around the world would watch the procession on television.

Five days later, England were supposed to play a football match. An important football match. Losing would plunge the country into deeper despondency and ensure that for the second time in eight years the world’s biggest sporting extravaganza would take place without England.

Meanwhile, the Scottish FA was sinking into a quagmire by insisting that their equally crucial game against Belarus would go ahead as planned at 3 pm on Saturday 7 September in Aberdeen, a little over thirty minutes before Diana was to reach her final resting-place at Althorp. True, football matches had been played on the day of Winston Churchill’s state funeral, but this was a different matter altogether. Estonia failing to turn up twelve months previously for their game against Scotland had nothing on this. The Lord Provost of Aberdeen said that if Scotland was intent on playing she would stay away as guest of honour. Then Donald Dewar, the Scottish Secretary, made it clear that he was ‘particularly concerned’ about the decision ‘in the light of tragic events’. Tony Blair disapproved as well. And then three senior players, Andy Goram, Gordon Durie and Ally McCoist, told their coach, Craig Brown, that they did not wish to be selected. Late on Wednesday, the Scottish FA ate humble haggis and moved the match to Sunday. Scotland 4 Belarus 1.

There was no such dilemma for the English FA, but 16 Lancaster Gate would have to tread carefully. The first David Davies, the FA’s Director of Public Affairs, heard of Diana’s death was at 5 am on the morning she died, when Sky Sports telephoned, wanting to know the FA’s official position about that afternoon’s game between Liverpool and Newcastle going ahead as planned. And if the Liverpool game was cancelled then the only other scheduled League match, Crewe v. Port Vale, would also have to be stopped. Davies telephoned Jack Straw, the Home Secretary, at 8.30 am. He and Straw were friends from their respective university student days at Sheffield and Leeds. Wait and see was the agreed policy, but not for long. By 10 am, both games had been called off.

Rio Ferdinand was going to miss out on gaining his first cap and becoming, at eighteen, the youngest player to represent England since Duncan Edwards in 1955. Hoddle, already almost a year into the job, had been generous in offering players clemency for their untidy private lives. He had stuck by Paul Gascoigne after he admitted beating up his wife, and he had been prepared to give Ian Wright the benefit of the doubt on more than a couple of occasions. There were those who thought Hoddle was guilty of double standards, but the idea of allowing Ferdinand, a convicted drink-driver, to face the Royal Box and sing the National Anthem and then stand in silence to honour the ‘People’s Princess’ so recently killed by a man three times over the limit would have been an absolution too far.

Instead, Hoddle suggested that Ferdinand might like to talk things over with Tony Adams, who had spent eight weeks in Chelmsford Jail for driving across a dual carriageway while almost four times over the limit. It was a sobering lesson for young Rio, not least because his timing and grace on the ball were being compared variously to Bobby Moore and Franz Beckenbauer. His mother went into the witness-box on his behalf. ‘Rio’s devastated,’ she said. ‘When he went out on Saturday to celebrate he went in a taxi and came home in a taxi. Then on Sunday he went out for a meal with friends and was dropping them off when he was stopped by the police. He was breathalysed and was just over the limit. We believe that that must have spilled over from the evening before. We are not drinkers in this house and none of us realised that was possible. At home he only ever drinks water and fresh juices. Rio has such a solid head on his shoulders. He has been very strong and positive about keeping away from temptation. He’s really walked the straight line.’ And what had he been drinking? Alcopops.

Hoddle told his squad to disperse on Friday for the funeral and meet up again on Sunday evening. The players had been affected by Diana’s death. Hoddle had been discussing with Diana’s office how his players could become involved in raising money for some of her charities. ‘We were hopeful that it would be settled after we had qualified,’ he said. ‘Whether it would have been a match or something else had not been decided. It was just in the pipeline.’

There was never any doubt that the game would be played. And there was never any doubt that there would be a minute’s silence and that the players would pin black ribbons to their shirts. But what else should happen? Elton John’s ‘Candle in the Wind’ was going to be a poignant moment at the funeral, and several FA officials wanted to invite Elton to sing it live at Wembley. Davies was keen. Graham Kelly, the Chief Executive, was worried that it would put too much of a dampener on the occasion. He feared that the players and the crowd would lose their enthusiasm for what was a crunch game. But Davies pressed on, making contact with Elton’s manager in New York. Elton, he was told, would not be available but was in favour of having the song before the kick-off. Hoddle then insisted that ‘Candle in the Wind’ should be played before the players emerged from the tunnel because ‘the sadness and the emotion of 75,000 people at Wembley might be too much for some of them’.

England had no captain. Hoddle’s potential leaders were all ruled out – Shearer injured, Adams injured, Ince suspended, Pearce injured, Sheringham injured, Platt not selected. That left a choice between Gareth Southgate and David Seaman – or Gascoigne as an outside bet. It went to David Seaman.

‘Some people pick captains for their experience and the respect they’ve got from the players,’ said the Arsenal keeper. ‘Some people have captains like Tony Adams, who shouts here, there and everywhere. I have the respect and the experience to calm the youngsters down. It won’t make me play any different. I won’t be shouting any more than usual. Part of being a goalkeeper is that you’ve got to organise people. Hopefully, I won’t have to do much shouting at all because everyone will be up the far end.’

Seaman had signed a book of condolence at Harrods and visited Kensington Gardens with his fiancée Debbie. ‘It was strange,’ he said. ‘I went down to Kensington Palace and a lot of people recognised me but not one bothered me for an autograph.’

Moldova (population 4,335,000) were coming to Wembley with a short, unimpressive CV. They had lost each of their five previous qualifying games, conceding thirteen goals in the process. But they had only been playing professional football for five years. What they needed was a bit of confidence, a dollop of self-belief – something you tend to look to your coach to provide. But it was hardly forthcoming. Ion Caras didn’t think they had a prayer and was quite happy to say so. ‘We are well aware that we are not capable of playing on a par with England, and in many ways this is because our players lack confidence,’ he said. ‘Most of the squad is very down. We are sitting ducks.’

The England squad seemed subdued. And for the first time in years, Paul Gascoigne was not the centre of attention. Some saw it as a sign that Gascoigne had been eclipsed by the new intake. Hoddle put it down to his growing maturity. ‘He’s hit thirty and has had opportunities to learn lessons. Possibly he’s learnt them. I have seen a mature Gazza around the hotel and in his training. It looks as if he’s trying – no, that’s not right, not even trying, it seems more natural than that. He is settling down, on the pitch and off it. He is less hyper, much calmer, much more assured within himself, and that’s what everyone needs.’

‘They’re Yugoslavs, aren’t they?’ said a man on the Metropolitan Line on the way to Wembley.

‘Nah,’ said his friend, ‘they’re Czechs.’ They are former Soviets actually, from the bottom end of the once mighty empire, sharing borders with Romania and the Ukraine.

‘They’ve got to be crap,’ said the first man.

On the brilliant-to-crap scale, FIFA ranked San Marino 164th in the world. Moldova were 122nd, tucked just behind Burma and Ethiopia but ahead of the Faroe Islands and St Kitts and Nevis.

There was much tension around the creaking stadium an hour before kick-off. The quality of the football would be crucial but the quality of the minute’s silence was going to be important too. ‘Candle in the Wind’ worked. People stood with dewy eyes and candles held aloft.

The guest of honour was Tony Banks, the new Sports Minister, who, with immaculate timing, was quoted in the morning papers as saying that England were not good enough to win the World Cup. He was booed as he walked – hurried, rather – along the line of players, shaking hands as the crowd shook its fists. Since his appointment, Banks had been in spectacular form. At his swearing of the ministerial oath of allegiance to the Queen he had kept his fingers crossed and then suggested that one team should represent Britain in international competitions instead of the four separate home nations. He argued that foreigners who play for English clubs should be eligible to play for England, and that ballroom dancing should be made an Olympic sport.

It was strong, solid booing. Just what was needed – a reminder that the country had not entirely taken leave of its critical senses. And then 74,102 people stood for a minute’s silence and you could hear a tear drop. It seemed fitting that the official period of grieving should culminate in a football match, and that a referee’s whistle would mark the moment when life would return to normal.

Graeme Le Saux, David Batty, Robert Lee and David Beckham were all one yellow away from missing out on the Italian game in a month’s time. You play your strongest side available because the cliché says there are ‘no easy games at this level’ was the general consensus. Then news came through that little Georgia had held Italy to a draw in Tbilisi. Hoddle rested Le Saux and there was no place for Robert Lee. But Beckham and Batty played. The team was: Seaman, G. Neville, P. Neville, Batty, Campbell, Southgate, Beckham, Gascoigne, Ferdinand, Wright, Scholes.

England began in lively fashion. In the third minute Gazza was tripped but got up and patted the culprit’s head.

‘Gascoigne looks relaxed,’ I said to Brian Glanville, seated next to me.

‘He’s a busted flush,’ said the sage who wrote for the Sunday Times for more than twenty years.

There was no score after twenty minutes, then Gazza cut a swathe through the Moldovan defence and tapped the ball to Ferdinand, who missed from four yards. Eight minutes later, Beckham took a corner which was punched straight back at him. He crossed again towards the head of Paul Scholes, who sent the ball flying into the top right-hand corner. 1–0.

The injured Shearer spent the game in the Sky TV glass box. A minute into the second half, he watched Wright score his first goal for England at Wembley after a clever interchange with the busted flush. Two up and time to take off Beckham. Stuart Ripley came on for eight minutes and pulled a hamstring. Gascoigne wanted to get on with the game. He wanted to score because so many other people had made statements during the week and he needed to make his. Gascoigne must have felt a degree of sympathy with Diana. She was troubled. She was forever being chased around by photographers. And she, like him, courted publicity – and then complained about it. Gazza wanted publicity now and time was running out. Then, in the eightieth minute, he found the ball at his feet just inside the Moldovan half, trundled past two defenders, gave it to Wright, got it back and steered it past the goalkeeper. Glanville hardly stirred.

Sitting ducks now. Wright scored just before the final whistle to make it 4–0, and the Wembley crowd that fell silent at 8 pm in memory of Diana was now on its feet in anticipation of the Battle of Rome on 11 October.

‘Are you watching,

Are you watching,

Are you watching I-T-A-L-EEEEEEE,

Are you watching Italee.’

The England fans were not the only ones who seemed happy with the result. The Moldovan manager was remarkably jolly as he sat in Wembley’s gloomy interview room below the medical centre beside his interpreter. ‘The result was never in doubt,’ said Caras. ‘I always expected an England victory. It was only a question of whether the floodgates would open. England have shown that they are one of the superpowers of world soccer.’ After beating a team ranked 122nd in the world. ‘I hope and pray you qualify,’ he went on. ‘You are a great footballing country.’ After Caras had left the room, his interpreter rose to his feet. ‘Off the record,’ he said, ‘I can tell you that Mr Caras is a great supporter of English football.’

Hoddle was pleased with the evening’s work. ‘Everything went to plan. I was delighted with Paul. On the ball he was as good as he has been for some time. But we know that in Rome we will face a battle.’ What sort of battle? ‘Titanic.’

Lost in France: The Story of England's 1998 World Cup Campaign

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