Grey Day for Dancing with Wolves by George McKane | 10/01/2021 It's a grey Sunday morning here in New Brighton... there is a magpie on the roof opposite, just sitting and looking out towards The City and The River, all grey, no lights but a pale blue on the side of one of the larger building near the waterfront to at least give a glimmer of colour. I am in a pensive mood, listening to Erik Satie and Claude Debussy. I watched the game yesterday – unable to attend of course. I follow Everton by choice; I go when I can, only stopped by authorities and law. This makes me think, I have longed believed that football – like everything else in the world – is not only changing (for the worse) but is gradually being taken away from those who stood with them from the very start.