Lamps shines light on the attitude we need

COMETH the hour (of need), cometh the man. I’m not going to write another eulogy in praise of Lampard but I have to thank him for giving me one of those brain-melting celebrations as a fan last Saturday.

You know what it’s like when a goal like that slams into the back of the net, and into your memory forever. A goal that is both unexpected but so prayed for; so late, late in stoppage time and so important that something in you snaps . . . and you go bonkers.

After the last few weeks it’s as if every fan poured out all their frustration and screamed their relief and the roar was just immense, primitive and fantastic.