The shadow of spygate hung over the playoff final and Middlesbrough’s defeat averts the possibility of legal action
A freezing night in Berlin. Silence. Mist. Breath steams above a gaggle of grey-faced men, collars upturned. An unbearable tension in the air. Binoculars trained across the River Havel from Wannsee to Potsdam. An officer reaches into the pocket of his greatcoat to take a bite of schnapps. Another smokes nervously. And then, at last, a light on the east side of the Glienicke Bridge. The exchange is on. There is almost a sense of relief as the action begins. This is the moment in the spy film after the espionage is over, the mole exposed, and the agonising denouement can begin.
On a roasting May afternoon, Wembley did not, admittedly, look much like Berlin in November, but there was a similar sense of tension, of the working out of murky games, of a victory that could not help but be compromised. The demands of integrity meant that Southampton had to be punished but their espionage has tainted the Championship playoffs as a whole. In the world of shadows there are few moral absolutes – although a consensus seems rapidly to have emerged on Tonda Eckert.
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The shadow of spygate hung over the playoff final and Middlesbrough’s defeat averts the possibility of legal actionA freezing night in Berlin. Silence. Mist. Breath steams above a gaggle of grey-faced men, collars upt...
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