Nicked underpants, WAGs unleashed and Mexican raves: England's World Cup base camps

With England setting up shop for the 2014 World Cup in Rio de Janeiro next week, Rich Edwards looks back to the Three Lions' often-unsuccessful base camps of yesteryear...

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Winning the World Cup is football’s answer to scaling Everest – but given some of England's previous base camps, it’s little wonder that they've fallen short of the summit so regularly in the past.

Last week’s headlines were dominated by reports (from a doubtlessly gleeful press pack) that 52 KILOS (THAT’S 52 KILOS, Daily Mail readers) of unsafe food were removed from England and Italy’s World Cup hotels.

In reality, only 2.5kgs of that – or two-and-a-half large tubs of Utterly Butterly to you and I – were taken from England’s Royal Tulip base.

Not that it stopped the seizure being held up as an example of why Roy Hodgson’s men had made a mistake the size of a 750g box of Crunchy Nut Cornflakes by basing themselves in what TripAdvisor dismissively names as the 93rd best hotel in the city – a rating low enough to make you want to choke on a slice of mouldy Parma ham (as well as a bit of slightly pongy salmon).

Quiet life

For England, however, concerns about their choice of hotel and training facilities at the greatest football show on earth are nothing new. Cast your mind back four years to the 2010 World Cup, for example, when the great and the good of our fabulous nation based themselves at the Royal Bafokeng sports complex in Rustenburg.

It was chosen by then-manager Fabio Capello because it kept his England side well away from distraction. Ultimately, though, it would prove the Italian’s undoing. In the complex, England didn’t so much develop a siege mentality as go slowly insane.

Some even went so far as to compare the complex’s four walls to a North Korean prison camp. The final insult came when some of Capello’s squad had their underpants nicked by staff who clearly fancied flogging them on eBay.

Capello and the FA’s desire to house England far from trouble, however, was understandable given the circus that developed in Baden Baden in 2006. Then, with the squad’s WAGs in tow, cameramen just didn’t know where to point their lenses.

England's WAGs (minus shopping bags) take a stroll in Baden Baden

Hilariously billeted in the same hotel as many of the celebrity journalists posted to Germany to cover their every move, their stay in Baden Baden was memorably summed up by The Guardian’s Marina Hyde: “Generously, the England WAGs on this tour have refused to plunge the nation back home into an epistemological crisis by doing anything like going for brisk hikes in the Black Forest, visiting any notable local cultural landmarks or colonising the town's arthouse cinema,” she wrote.

“Nor is it believed any book groups have been established, though you can bet your last euro that three of them will be reading M Scott Peck's teeth-grindingly vapid "personal growth" tome, The Road Less Travelled.”

Hoolie watch

Back in 1990, it wasn’t the WAGs who were attracting the headlines, rather the army of English hoolies who were expected to turn large swathes of Italy into no-go areas for the best part of that summer.

The rampaging idiots who had soiled England's reputation on the global stage had, however, done the country an unexpected favour. Despite receiving a thorough spanking at the 1988 European Championship, England were named among the six seeds for Italia '90, primarily, some suspicious souls (or Spain to give them their correct title) reckoned because Bobby Robson’s boys would be tucked away from the rest of the football world in Sardinia.

Hell, one FIFA suit even tried to stop any other team from staying on the same island the night before their matches with England. “It would be to everyone’s advantage if the Irish, the Dutch and the Egyptians stayed in Palermo and flew in for their games. For security reasons, it is not possible for the Irish to stay in a hotel three kilometres from England’s residence and all of the other hotels are unsuitable,” said Paolo Casarin, a member of FIFA’s security committee.

Spain argued – with some justification – that had they known how the seedings worked, they would have ordered their fans to cause mayhem wherever they went in qualifying.

England fans in Cagliari... with those shorts

Mexican rave

But it was mayhem of a different kind that awaited England in Guadalajara in 1970. On a tour to Mexico the previous summer, Sir Alf Ramsey and the FA had identified the city’s Hilton Hotel as the perfect place to stay.

“What no one had been percipient enough to realise was that it would be flooded with supporters, and within easy reach of the malevolent,” wrote Brian Glanville in The History of the World Cup. “Day by day, as the rows of half-naked bodies formed around the swimming pool, the England players in their blue tracksuits looked like wistful trusties out on parole, denied the benefits of sun and still water.”

On the eve of their group clash with Brazil, the central location provided the perfect opportunity for motorcyclists and Mexican musicians – some trained, most not – to gather outside and cause the kind of kerfuffle that would register on the Richter scale.

Alberto and a bleary-eyed Moore shake hands in 1970

“From quite early in the evening, the advance guard of the besieging army began to arrive; on foot, in cars, on motorcycles, shouting, honking and chanting. The chant was largely for ‘BRA-sil, BRA-sil!’ though its intention was fundamentally hostile to England. There was to be no remission.”

The following day, England’s bleary-eyed players lost 1-0 to the team that would go on to win the tournament and earn their place in history. That same team, with a 17-year-old Pele in their ranks, had won their first global title in 1958 in Sweden – long after England had flown back home after a pleasant, if entirely fruitless stay in another swanky city centre pad.

Swedish strollers

While the current England team will be in Rio a week before their crucial first match against Italy in Manaus, the vintage of 1958 barely had time to check into their Gothenburg residence before taking on Russia in their opening match of the tournament.

In his autobiography, ambassador-at-large George Raynor, who managed Sweden to the final 56 years ago, recalls with incredulity the attitude of the England side.

“They arrived in Sweden after everyone else – they flew from London to Gothenburg just 48 hours before their important first match against Russia – and they stayed in, of all places, one of the most luxurious hotels in Europe: Gothenburg’s Park Avenue,” he wrote. “It was such an amazing choice that England raised sniggers from every training camp in Sweden, and the team was dubbed ‘The Park Avenue Boys’.

Walter Winterbottom’s men were knocked out at the group stage after a 1-0 play-off defeat to Russia following three successive draws.

That remains the last time England failed to make it out of the group stage of World Cup. Here’s hoping the Royal Tulip boys don’t follow their lead.

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