Sven-Göran Eriksson and I had arranged to meet in Sweden. He was back living where he grew up in rural Sunne, in Värmland, in touch with nature and family in a way he’d not been since childhood. The dates kept being cancelled because he wasn’t strong enough, so eventually we Zoomed earlier this month.
After spending more than an hour with him, I was convinced he was going to be with us for a while yet. He seemed so strong and determined to push through for as long as possible, despite the diagnosis in January that he had a year at most left to live.
