Wood, som han hedder, spiller på den, men torskedumt af Sa. Wood havde aldrig fået afsluttet på den bold hvis Sa havde ladet ham gå.
It's a small boy clambering up stadium steps for the very first time, gripping his fathers hand, gawping at that hallowed stretch of turf beneath him and, without being able to do a thing about it, falling in love. - Sir Bobby Robson