Tiny word 'if'. As we all know, it has the power to potentially change so many things: 'what would you do if...?', 'what if I had...'
On Sunday evening a lot of English football fans were obviously thinking 'what if that goal had been allowed?' Billy Bragg was obviously angry on Facebook today as the German goalkeeper Manuel Neuer has stated "I realised it was over the line and I think the way I carried on so quickly fooled the referee into thinking it was not over." I thought the idea of playing sport was to act like sportsmen but I suppose I have failed to take into account the large amounts of money involved in international Football.
Those involved in fighting for Justice for Visteon Pensioners have a very big 'if': If only they had not believed the 'propaganda' put forward by their then employers, Ford Motor Company, at the time they were being 'spun off' into the 'Newco': Visteon UK and persuaded that their pensions would be safe in the Visteon UK pension fund. Watching so many of them battle on I am reminded of so many lines from Kipling's 'If', especially:
"If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;"
when so many turn out to weekly meetings and rallies and although angry with the situation good humouredly help each other out and carry on 'carrying on'! To keep up to date with their news go to:
[Photograph above shows VPAG car sticker]
IF by Rudyard Kipling 1899
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!