See, now I would have thought a football reference was referring to the 66 World Cup, which they are forever harping on about (and it's getting boring) and not WW2.
A bit ironic really that the inability to forget about the war is now almost exclusively the preserve of those with no experience. The wife's late uncle was on the Eastern front, my father got out of St. Nazaire, a fortnight after Dunkirk before going to the Far East and being a POW on the railway. They got on like a house on fire when they met. No axes to grind, despite one having half his jaw blown off and the other never being able to walk properly again. They were both happy to forget the past.