All equipment is, of course, of fail-safe pattern.

Blooded warrior Paul Ince, with his head bedecked in a bandage – if not quite possessing quite the amount of claret spilled by Terry Butcher in Stockholm in 1989 – enforcing order on a patch of green in Rome to help his country triumph in the face of adversity and clear a path to the World Cup finals of 1998.

He tips the scales at 221 pounds.

It might be a childish Superstition, perhaps, to imagine her too good for this World, but we feel to our Concern, that what made her revered on Earth, qualified her too early for a Saint in Heaven.