SIR – Very soon now, the view from my bedroom window will be lacking content.

When I go out, looking east will not be the same.

The lights that illuminated the patch of green called Worcester City Football Club will have been claimed by the metal men.

No longer will the memory of their brightness afford me a little happiness among a lot of sadness.

Maybe the new houses and roads will make a little echo with houses called Goalmouth End, perhaps Centre Spot and Dugout Lodge.

Maybe the roads will have names like Turnstile Passage and Canal End Dip or Nobby Clarke Avenue.

Whatever it will look like, I shall try to think well of it because it will still be the place of many happy visits over half a century and I can look at the pictures if I want to see the place as it was.

Maybe visits from Barry Williams and Norman Pemberton will lurk in gardens and football noises will disturb the sleeping – the referee’s whistle may make them jump and lots of cheering may buck them up.

I hope the residents will be proud to live on such a noble battleground.

JOHN GILLIARD

Worcester