ABSTRACT
I suppose I can’t think of any musical equivalent to the feeling I felt when Allen Kennedy scored in the Parc des Princes. I can’t think of anything to match that musically. I actually thought, if I die now, I won’t care, you know, nothing could ever be as good as this again. I always say, rather flippantly, but it’s not a million miles from the truth, that football supplies many of the requirements that other people seek and find in religion, with the difference that you can actually see the truth of it being demonstrated on the pitch every Saturday afternoon, and that’s enormously gratifying.
