Daddy took their T-birds away

Joy is a virtue that fast seems to be disappearing from football. I am in no way a misty eyed sentimentalist. Nor do I wish to fall into the trap of pining for a mythical past age, where the sun always shone, the players were your mates and when you could leave your doors unlocked at night and wake to find someone had come in and plumped your sofa cushions for you.

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