This happened once, back in the fifties. I found a note about it hidden in the floorboards of my old house. I took the note to my da, he just looked at me, dead in the eyes, kept the note, put it in his pocket, told me to go to my room. I left, and made sounds like I was walking up the stairs, but I looked back into the salon and he was burning the paper in the fire. I hear raised voices that night, between my ma and da.

We moved three weeks later, to Wales, never been back to the town since. Haven’t had the courage to speak about it until now.

A lot of people saying ‘this isn’t even physically possible’ or ‘the ball would just pop’ or ‘what are you some kind of fucking dipshit’, but here’s some dark shit that goes on in football, shit people don’t want to talk about. I hope you find the answers you’re looking for.