The banner came up level with my window on 2 broom handles, and whoever made it had used a stencil, so every letter on it was the same height.
MOSS SIDE RED. YOUR DAD WOULD BE ASHAMED.
Thud. Thud thud thud.
Flat hands all down the side of the coach. Deano did not look up from his list.
"Hands are fine," he said. "You want to watch the ones with their hands in their pockets."
Nathan had turned round in his seat to see which way I was looking.
"Boss, I can get the club to..."
"No."
"It is about your dad, boss."
"It is about July," I said. "Somebody spent an evening on that with a stencil. Leave it where it is."
The first time I came up this road in a coach, nobody on that pavement knew my name.
I was an interim with 5 matches to save a club, and a squad most of whom have left since, and they booed us because we were Crystal Palace and it was the last day of the season. They have learned my name since then.
