Is it Time to Make a Stand?
Published by The Sage.
The rumble in the distance gets ever louder and they won’t give up until they are heard. “We want to stand” they cry. “We demand the right to ‘safe standing’.”
“So Sage” an acquaintance asked the other day, where do you stand on safe standing? He’s not the most eloquent of fellows.
I should perhaps say at this juncture that my name Sage was given to me some years ago as a comment on my rather sickly skin tone rather than as a result of any overt display of wisdom.
I am of course utterly opposed to standing at football. I’ve reached an age where I don’t even stand when I go for a piss … well, apart from when I go to football, and that’s only because all the coke snorters have boxed off the cubicles. Don’t misconstrue me, I’m not quite at the stage yet where people offer me their seat on the train, but if there’s a choice, I’m happiest on my arse.
So the argument my acquaintance advances is the predictable one – but sitting has killed the atmosphere. No one sings when they are sitting down. Has he never heard of Westlife I ask? And their stools didn’t even have backs.Don’t misconstrue me, I’m not quite at the stage yet where people offer me their seat on the train, but if there’s a choice, I’m happiest on my arse. Click To Tweet
The irony is he’s an Arsenal fan. Even when the North Bank and The Clock End were in their prime, they were more in need of librarians than stewards at Highbury.