England tour of West Indies: Dark shadow of Allen Stanford grips Antigua

There is a piece of scrubland next to the VC International Airport. It is strewn with weeds in its neglected condition. It reeks of the unmistakeable feeling that someone left here in a hurry.
The long building to one side is piled high with chairs and tables which are falling apart. Boxes are stuffed with paraphernalia from the past – menus, posters, painting sets. Around the perimeter of this place and on the walls of this structure there remains other chilling evidence of what it once was. The fading plastic banners forming the fence are still intact after more than five years.