Can We Dance?

And God, how they loved each other - it was naked, unashamed, so much so that the media made jokes about them. The caption to the first photo is “John Terry and Frank Lampard, sitting in a tree - they snuggle up…”. Frank, the posh footballer’s son with A-levels in Latin, and John, the council estate lad, played together, holidayed together, and supported each other through media scandals, Premiership wins (they kissed on the parade bus on their first win) and finally, finally the Champion’s League. John was desperate for Frank to stay at Chelsea, but when that didn’t happen, he posted a message on instagram,which the club disciplined him for. They loved each other, and made me love Chelsea. The intensity and purity of these relationships defines sports for me. Maybe that is why the Jonathan Toews and Patrick Kane narrative hooked into my heart and then didn’t let go.