A night time pilgrimage to the mothership, Arsenal Stadium N5.
From inside the path along the Clock End side of the ground: history, atmosphere and ghost noise.
Where I stood, and sat, and where thousands with me and before me did the same.
The crackle in the air of evening kick-offs. Everything felt close. Energy bouncing off the low roof and spinning away round the floodlights. A train speeding past on its way north.
Plenty of company.