I don't think that I have ever mentioned Eric Cantona on this blog. Which is slightly strange, because, for five exquisitively beautiful and poignantly short years he was the epicentre of my universe. Countless times have I stood on the terraces just...worshipping.
I have to confess I have never seen any of the cinematic efforts.
When the seagulls follow the trawler it is because they think sardines will be thrown into the sea.
