Goodbye Avenell Road
No doubt after a glorious season, or two, and as I begin to build a bank of entirely new memories at the grandiose gaffe at the bottom of Aubert Park, I will soon get over it. Yet, as the clock ticks down towards tomorrow’s impending demise of a place that has played such an influential role for much of my 44 years, I may have come to accept the financial realities, though not without suffering some sentimental trauma.
As we approach that emotional last match, every time I exit the West Upper and share a comment, or merely a smile with the stewards, I am ever more acutely aware of this homely feeling that I have at Highbury. I can’t help but wonder whether it’ll ever be quite the same, as I fear that faceless anonymity amidst 60,000 fans, as just another punter with none of the habitual familiarity.