A tourist in the reality of others
The kerfuffle, that is, not the game itself. I know that whimsical dissections of the steep decline in the FA Cup’s attractiveness are the last refuge of the column-writing scoundrel, so don’t worry about having to wade through that here (until next week, at least, when I have no other option available).
But I couldn’t help notice the . . . well, backlash seems a mild term for the venom and loathing directed at a chap for the insufferable faux pas of bringing a slightly larger version of what everybody else has in their pocket to a soccer game.
