My mom grew up in the northeast of England and was a kid during WW2. Now and again, during the war, the air raid sirens would go off and everyone would go huddle down in the air raid shelters.

One time, her older brother Robert wouldn’t go down into the shelter, but stayed at the top of the stairs, looking out the doorway.

His parents and others shouted at him to come down before he got himself killed.

He shouted back that there was a dogfight between British and German airplanes.

There was more shouting from both ends of the stairs, but he stayed by the door.

A short while later, he shouted “Goal!” indicating that the British airplane won.

It wasn’t just Robert who shouted “Goal!” It was the whole neighborhood. A live dogfight was better than TV and they didn’t have TV.