Published: 21st Feb 2012

Football leaves me cold. I’ve never ever felt moved to drive hundreds of miles to eat a hot pie, drink a few pints and then cheer my team on to victory. For me it takes tribalism just a little too far. It is, when all is said and done, just a game. Yet I found my recent visit to Swansea’s Liberty Stadium strangely piquant. I arrived at the home of Swansea’s football club a few days before they were beaten on their home ground by Norwich City. My home is just outside Norwich and my now grown-up son an ardent fan. The pitch was being prepared for the match and, in a strange way, I found myself developing a patriotic desire to see Norwich win. Of course I’d not actually see the match, because I was here to speak at a conference. But I felt a growing surge of enthusiasm … (To read the full article, subscribe below)