As team captains back down when faced with FIFA's threat of a yellow card for wearing armbands, another team, Iran, take the potentially dangerous stance of staying silent during their national anthem.
Stories like this do matter. Whether it's four decades or four minutes, justice should not be based on the colour of your skin or how much money your mummy and daddy have stashed in the Caymans. And more than that, it’s a reminder of how easy it is for a miscarriage of justice to happen. I’m happy to be a Cardiff boy, proud of it too, but I’ll be happier still if, in my lifetime, another miscarriage of justice such as this never occurs again.
This play began when an odious man who would be King fell on his own sword. Johnson, whose cultists in the media worshipped as a god, got caught in one lie too many, and not even the most sycophantic, grovelling, servile reporter could spin lies enough to save him or his hideous choice of wallpaper.