When I think of Highbury, I think of a perfect marriage between architecture and innovation. Somewhere that at once feels homely, but awe inspiring. I think of the art deco design that instantly conferred history and greatness on the place, the preserved 1930s typography that remained in the east and west stands until the old ground closed its doors in 2006. When I think of Highbury, I think of the Marble Halls [which were predominantly made from Terrazzo] and that intoxicating red and cream façade. I think of Jacob Epstein’s bust of Herbert Chapman, initially a solemn monument to his premature death in January 1934, at the height of his managerial powers. Over the years, as that grief...
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