Last Saturday, I made the 400-mile round trip to Burnley with my 16-year-old son Charlie to see Queens Park Rangers play the Clarets. Quite a long way to go, given that Burnley was one of three teams relegated from the Premier League last season and are expected to go straight back up, while QPR are struggling to remain in the second tier. Nevertheless, we managed to hold them to a goalless draw, which the visiting fans celebrated as if we’d just won the FA Cup. ‘Worth the trip,’ declared Charlie as we embarked on the four-hour train ride home.
The cabinet of killjoys can’t stand the fact that the beautiful game hasn’t been captured by the puritans
I treasure these day trips with my youngest, crisscrossing the country to watch our beloved Rs, but there may not be many more. I don’t just mean that he’s getting older. I’m also thinking of the Football Governance Bill, resurrected by Sir Keir Starmer after falling by the wayside in the last parliament.
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