Blocky, slow, clumpy but a much-loved source of vital information. MIKE MARTIN mourns the passing of analogue Ceefax to the big wooden telly in the sky

Normally, I loathe footballing ‘nostalgia’. People who bang on about how football was better in the good old days – when every match ended at 4:42pm on a Saturday, or when a match day never felt complete without a ruck on the terraces or a leg-breaking lunge on the pitch, one often leading to the other – usually bring out in me the kind of reaction you associate with staff working in hospitals for the sort ...