We were at a non-league match this afternoon, and there was a minute's silence before kick-off.
You might not have heard a pin drop, but you could hear the nearby traffic. Someone coughed about fifty yards away. Otherwise, not a sound from 800 people. Everyone in the stands was on their feet.
The silence seemed to go on for more than a minute. A church clock a quarter of a mile away struck three. Still silence.
Then the referee blew and the whole ground burst into applause.
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