1965?

Its 1965, or thereabouts, Burton home on a tuesday evening, Burton are bottom of the Southern league, United near the top. 4-1 to United.

Nothing changes much, ever. Just the scenery. Because nothing changes except the scenery, its all pointless. Play this game move onto the next. Where are the bigger worlds, existences, galaxies, universes, beauty, and a continuing search for such, the golden sunsets, vistas, moons, people, that think and can imagine.

Its not here.

Or the Abbey. Futility at its best. Cambridge 0 Burton 78,000 and one.