Don't shout at me for writing this, if you don't care what I think don't read on....
It’s 12:16 on Tuesday 22.01.2019 and I’m sat in my office
at Cardiff airport trying to focus on a monitor that’s becoming increasingly
blurry. Emiliano Sala, Cardiff City’s
club record signing has gone missing in a light aircraft incident and no one
knows where he is.
As I type this the French authorities have confirmed Sala
was on board the aircraft thereby destroying all hope that he was still in
France awaiting a flight to South Wales.
The coastguard are continuing to search for the player and pilot last
seen on radar just north west of Guernsey before all contact was lost.
Social media has become a hot bed of rumour, confusion
and outrage at those who would choose to make light of such a tragedy or just
as poorly, use the incident to generate revenue from clicks. I am just numb and to be fair, completely in
shock.
You feel guilty for even thinking about the football
right now, who cares if he’d have been a great striker when two people might have
lost their lives? As much as this is
true you can’t completely forget the hopes and dreams you had built with him in
mind.
The winning goal he was going to score one day, the first
time he did the ayatollah at the Cardiff City Stadium. Hearing the stadium announcer read his name
and the crowd respond with a welcoming roar.
All of this of course pales into insignificance when you
remember he and the pilot MAY have lost their lives in a harrowing crash in the
cold and dark sea and their family members will be bereft awaiting the news.
I don’t know why I’ve written this, maybe it’s self
indulgent therapy I don’t know. One
thing I do know is, I can’t believe this happened and my thoughts and prayers
are with everyone involved.
Once a Bluebird, always a Bluebird.
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