My life was so pressured I was holding down two jobs. Not only was I a Serie A ballgirl, looking after the away end at Palermo’s ground but I was simultaneously walking through a derelict house trying to assess its suitability as a care home. Fortunately, I was on first name terms with the 17 away fans and they helped me out from time to time.

Later, I was on a bus that was revisiting the shops of my youth. I travelled through Kingstanding and Hawthorn Road and felt a shudder of recognition.