Thanks Paul, a great read as usual.
But your last couple of sentences have set me off again! Hopefully no-one will get bored by this next bit, but my dad died recently. We didn't have a great relationship, and he had been very ill, but no-one told me until I got a call to say he was dead. So no chance to have one last chat at his death bed, no warning, just a phone call to say he died and there wouldn't even be a funeral. So no chance to get any sort of closure. You would imagine I would have been distraught, but in fact I compartmentalised it very well, and have not been particularly upset, as I thought I might be. But for the last 48 hours I've shed 1,000 times more tears over the loss of Joey, and am fighting them back now, as I type. Why would that be? What does it mean? Is it that it's a shared grief with many others? Is it because every time I read something on social media there are posts about Joey? Is it normal for a 65 year old man to cry so much over somebody he's only met and chatted to a few times?
I'm really not sure, but what I do know is that only football can do this. The lows currently feel so low, but let's hope in May we're celebrating the highs, and when we are let's dedicate it to Joey.