NOTHING CAN FILL THIS VOID

WHAT day is it? Who are we playing? Has Asante travelled? With the obvious caveat that there are people in the world with real problems, it’s fair to say that it is a discombobulating time to be a football fan. Thrust into a sport-free existence, it has been a terrifying glimpse into the monumentally dull lives of non-believers, devoid of any structure or meaning.

- Steve HILL

Of course, compared to the unfolding horror, football is utterly meaningless. But the perhaps unspoken truth is that it has always been meaningless, which is one of the great things about it. You can absolutely lose your mind over some perceived injustice, but at the end of the day there’s always another game to look forward to.

Except now there isn’t, and we don’t know when there will be, fixture lists rendered redundant, mocking us with their unfulfilled delights.

Oh to be in Hereford on Good Friday, which is where the mighty Chester should have been! An unfathomably long drive rewarded by a couple of cheeky pints in the Ronnie Radford Bar. A barely perceptible nod to a few familiar faces. Squeezing into the narrow Edgar Street turnstile on kickoff, shoving a sweaty burger into my gaping maw then hurling abuse into the ether from an horrendously obstructed view. It might not be everyone’s idea of a dream day out, but compared to the current situation it’s like Disneyland at Christmas.

Normality