***NOT HERE. INDEFINITE HIATUS.***

"What about this? Three minutes to go and you’re two—one up in a semi-final and you look around and you see all those thousands of faces contorted with fear and hope and worry, everyone lost, everything else gone out of their heads… the whistle blows and everyone goes to spare, and just for those few minutes, you’re at the centre of the whole world. And the fact that you care so much, that the noise you have made has been such a crucial part of it all, is what makes it special. Because you’ve seen every bit as important as the players, and if you hadn’t been there, then who’d be bothered about football, really? And the great thing is it comes round again and again. There’s always another season. You lose the Cup final in May, well there’s the third round to look forward to in January. And what’s wrong with that? It’s actually pretty comforting if you think about it. Most of the time. But every now and then—not very often, but it happens—you catch a glimpse of a world that doesn’t work like that—a world that oesn’t stop in May and begin again in August. There’s some stuff that just never comes back, and some stuff that just won’t go away, and some stuff that you can’t ignore even if you wanted to."