Claret goes down a treat

IT was wonderful being at Turf Moor for Burnley’s Carling Cup tie against Arsenal.

Maybe it’s the rich Lancastrian accents that I love or the fact that the ground nestles so close to the town centre. Most of the locals walk to it.

Then there’s the commentary position. It sits high up looking out over the roof of the Bob Lord Stand (remember that imposing figure?) towards the mills and the moorland. The place simply oozes history: A time when football could accommodate champions from such modest surroundings.