I worry I might never watch live football with my 94-year-old grandad again
On the list of first things you’ll never forget, a Premier League football match comes close to the top. I was five years old, and Chelsea were playing Newcastle at home in Stamford Bridge. Totally discombobulated by the crowds, I clung to my grandfather’s hand as he manoeuvred me through the lofty herds, practically dribbling me between their legs like an expert forward.