When Myles Lewis-Skelly found both calm and a storm in meditation, a rabbit hole opened into football’s archives. Those places can be a thing of wonder - a trove of lost treasures, forgotten tales and a reminder of how much stays the same across the ages, right down to the whining.
I dug out one such item, dating to January 1975 and an earlier kerfuffle on the topic of goal celebrations. The august chaps of the Football League were not a happy bunch. Not one bit.
Half a century on, the furrows in their brows are still preserved within an old Guardian report.