It's the last home game, and the groundsman is clearing the pitch after the match. He gathers a little pile by the half-way line. Tape, gum, a stud maybe, a lace. Football detritus. He's about to bag it for the rubbish, when you tell him to wait. Don't throw it all away. Put some in this box. This cardboard box. For this isn't rubbish, it's the spirit of QPR. It's not crap, it embodies everything that has been good and still could be good about Queens Park Rangers Football Club. It's our essence. The QPR Meaning of LIfe, but the number isn't 42, it's 76. Write that number on the box, tape it up and put it on a shelf. And when prospective managers ask about our 'ambition', take down the box and hand it to them. Don't open it, tell them, what's inside isn't important, it's the number on the top. That's our ambition. Another side like that one. That great trophy-less side. That's not too much to ask, is it? You don't even have to win anything, just play like that side did.