They had watched their club go to Istanbul and silence a stadium. They had watched their bus get attacked in Marseille and their team respond with dignity. And now they were standing, after a defeat, in the September dusk, telling us telling me that they were still here. That the project was bigger than one result. That they trusted the process even when the process hurt.
"DANNY WALSH" Clap! Clap!
"DANNY WALSH" Clap! Clap!
"DANNY WALSH" Clap! Clap!
The players, who had been walking off the pitch with their heads bowed, stopped. Sakho looked up at the Holmesdale, and something shifted in his face the stone mask cracked, and underneath it was gratitude.
