THE SQUASH RACKET

In days long past, not longer ago than last year, in fact, two alternate prospects of equal brightness offered themselves to the losing side of the stands as the final whistle blew and the sun shot its last rays over the colonades. There were two possibilities. Either the goal posts would go after a vicious struggle, or the goal posts would stand after an equally titanic contest. One implied physical effort, the other a mental battle. Both were in a way unsatisfactory. If the victors took the wooden standards they were unconscionably rude. If they left them alone they were incredibly indifferent. Their dilemma, however, was soothing to the less fortunate and poorer. It left some thing to say. Now that it is all gone, steel and stone will hurt their bones, but they can only bend them. Gone is the goal post issue and all the fun of official apologies.