February 5, 2009
They wore black armbands as a sign of respect for him on the television last night. The local derby match for a place in the last sixteen. I caught extra-time and wondered, to myself, who was being mourned. How perfect that it was for your dad, mate. An awful game, and not the result you would have wanted, but a fitting tribute I hope. The power of a minute’s silence, a collective sigh from thousands and a whistle blown to remind those left behind to carry on. We sang your song this morning and we’ve put the Purdeys on ice.