Whenever I mention the f-word, I fear half of you won’t read on. However, this isn’t really about football. It’s about life and death, though not remotely in the Shankly-sense of football being more important than life or death.
What happened was that a famous footballer died – Trevor Francis. If you’re not into football, bear with me, please, as, for context, I need to explain that he was a brilliant player towards the end of the last century who somehow embodied a whole era in the game. For football fans of my vintage, especially those of us from the Midlands where he mostly plied his trade, his death has been most upsetting.
