Half-time email: “Just arrived late at the party (sorry, but I had to wipe the tears away),” says Richard Hirst, “and saw your comment about Fulham. Yes, as your friend and mine said, It’s all over now baby blue.”
You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you.