What is a club in any case? Not the buildings or the directors or the people who are paid to represent it. It’s not the television contracts, get-out clauses, marketing departments or executive boxes. It’s the noise, the passion, the feeling of belonging, the pride in your city. It’s a small boy clamberring up stadium steps for the very first time. Gripping his father’s hand. Gawping at that hallows stretch of turf beneath him and, without being able to do a thing about it, falling in love.
Sir Bobby Robson (1933-2009)