Our football stadiums have been declared out of bounds. Does life breathe on inside them without supporters? Lost Weekends’ first poem asks the questions.
Words of comfort from us to you during football’s coronavirus absence. A reminder that some day the game will be back with all its nonsense and beauty intact. Here to cheer you up or help you wallow in melancholy until kick-off comes again. We can get through this.
The sudden freezing of football stole from supporters the chance to say farewell to playing heroes like Ayr United’s Alan Forrest. We should hold on to our thanks until the time comes to express them.
It is not only watching professional teams that lovers of the game are missing during football’s halt – the pause of youth football means a parent/child ritual is absent. Let this time be our It’s A Wonderful Life epiphany.
