ABSTRACT
It was an unimportant match between East Bengal and a local team in the late 1970s. The match was just about to start. A small crowd was chatting near the main entrance of the ground. Suddenly a middle-aged man with messy hair, red eyes and a worn out look appeared at the gate. While entering the ground he anxiously asked the gatekeeper whether the match had begun. The gateman replied in the negative. A few other members who knew the man came to him and asked why he was so late in arriving on that day. The man hesitantly replied: ‘My younger son passed away in the morning. I am coming straight from the crematorium.’ 1
