Chapter 22Attack!
Arthur Bryant had seen people close to death before. He'd sat beside his beloved grandfather's bedside as the old man had hovered close to death for two interminably long days when Arty had been a mere fourteen years old. His granddad had been a continual source of love and pleasure to the young Arthur. It was Percy Bryant who had helped him to build incredibly efficient kites that the two of them flew with great joy and excitement on the beach at Formby, running into the wind as the kites rose aloft, often dipping and diving over the frothing waters of the Irish Sea as they ran towards the shore. Percy had taken him to his first football match, a less than glamorous affair between Tranmere Rovers and Stockport County in the old Third Division, but for Arthur, a great tr
