I woke up with chills. It wasn’t a nightmare.
Yesterday, Fabrice Muamba collapsed on the pitch at White Hart Lane during a match between Tottenham and Bolton. It was real. It could have happened to anyone. Just like that. And yet, the day after witnessing the horror of a model professional and a good man be rushed to the Heart Attack Centre at the London Chest Hospital, we wait. We sit. We hope that life is not this fragile. We pray that he overcomes his critically ill condition in intensive care.
Today, we are not supporters of a club. Our country does not come first. We are all with you, Fabrice. Sport is meaningless in a moment like this. And yet, here we are. Here I am, writing. Here you are, reading. How we are united does not matter. But we are, undeniably, united. If our collective thoughts cannot reach Fabrice, may they be heard by his family and friends and help support them in a time as dark as this.