‘A vast crowd united in their focus, not on a carefully tended pitch, but on the Saviour who effectively paid the entry fee for us to be there. Here we’ll be more participants than spectators, and thoroughly exuberant!’ says author, Jenny Sanders as she compares a cheering football stadium with heaven.
I have never been to Twickenham rugby ground, but I have been to Liverpool’s home ground: Anfield. I’ve stood with several hundred fans in the ‘away’ section of the terraced ‘Kop’, shivering and cheering by turn, willing the team of the mid 1980s to (please) repeatedly score, so we didn’t have to endure a miserable rehash of the game all evening. If they won, the subsequent verbal dissection of the game would, at least, be a cheerful one.
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