And so another football season draws to it close, this Sunday (24th) with the last round of games of the Premiership. Some matters have been decided, but not all; glory or dejection still await the supporters of Spurs and West Ham, Bournemouth and Brighton. I am basking in Manchester Utd finishing 3rd and qualifying for the Champion's League (despite playing awful football until the manager was replaced); Aston Villa finally wining a trophy after a 30 year hiatus, Kidderminster Harriers getting promotion. Who knows what glory awaits with World Cup in June/July? And yet, come August, none of it will matter as a new season starts with probable misery and dejection at the end. That is the glory of sport; it can uplift, it can give memories that will not fade, but ultimately, none of the results actually matter. It is all a game and there will always be another coming up. But for followers of sport such as myself, what does matter is the camaraderie and the spirit, the ability to applaud excellence whenever I see it. Perhaps in this there is something close to the generous spirit of the Kingdom of God?