Easily missed amongst hundreds of others, one of the fan bricks outside the Emirates stadium contains the four words above. I would pass these words nearly every day for two years of the Pandemic, when I would head out

camera in hand on a couple of laps of the stadium. What started off as a form of mundane daily exercise during the first lockdown, eventually became something more important and cathartic.

Seasons of football and weather came and went alongside waves of the virus. Fresh memorial flowers laid on the roundabout and little glimpses of how important the stadium had become to so many whether exercising or being reunited with long lost friends.

One winter, amongst the gloom of cancelled Christmases and a new Covid variant, a flurry of snow and a spontaneous day of play amongst the statues outside the ground. A following spring, glimmers of hope with the

vaccines and gradual return of fans to matches.