And then I remembered there were others that I hadn’t attended and could add 1968 and 1969 to this roll of pain, when I had listened in anguish to the radio as other teams took the glory. That just didn’t seem fair to me that evening, and the fact that I’d seen Arsenal lift ten Cups in that same period, from Copenhagen to Cardiff, and, of course, at Wembley too, did not lift my mood at that moment. And I shouldn’t forget six winning League campaigns. But none of that mattered right then, it was what seemed to be the injustice of so many losses that occupied my thoughts.
In fact the more I thought about it the more it hurt, and then I started writing, I needed to understand why.it hurt so much. And so I went back to be beginning.
Just over a year later I finished - I hadn't realised I had so much inside me that I needed to get out.!
And those outpourings are now brought together in the pages of Arsenal: The Agony & The Ecstasy.