For the first of LAYTH YOUSIF’S Canadian World Cup diaries, he discovers a Gunners’ haven in Oshawa, Ontario, and explores the town’s role in the historic 1937 labour strikes
I was at home last Wednesday playing Playstation when the house phone rang. It was my mother who is currently out in the United States for work, telling me she was on her way to watch Thierry Henry and the New York Red Bulls. It was going to be her first ever live football match and she was giddy as a schoolgirl.
She called me up the following night to tell me how it went and she loved it. She said she sat three rows from the front so had an excellent view of all the players and that the atmosphere was brilliant.
She loved the fact that as she looked around the stadium there were families enjoying themselves, kids jumping up and down and said it looked like a place you could take your family to.
Premier League champions Arsenal will finally lift the coveted trophy this weekend after 22 long years. LAYTH YOUSIF pays tribute to and remembers those who are not here to see it
As football grapples with overloaded calendars and commercial pressure, the Mariners’ triumph reminds us why the game’s soul lives far from the spotlight, writes JAMES NALTON


