Miracles still happen. I saw one on Sunday. It was as a little amateur football club that was teetering on the brink of extinction four years ago suddenly won the premiership, its first senior men’s flag for 32 years. By the width of a goal post, it was meant to be. Its opponents won’t see it that way, nor would anyone expect them to. They were gallant in their own right, and gracious afterwards, and no one would have begrudged them if victory had fallen to them, or at least not for long.