I am from London’s East End, precisely where the notorious Krays once held sway in the 1960s, sending shivers through the criminal underbelly.
To me, the area wasn’t synonymous with poverty; it was an adventurous playground. I cherished my upbringing, finding endless fascination in my surroundings.
Back then, I was blissfully unaware of any financial hardship. I enjoyed a rich family life surrounded by friends and loved ones.
Football consumed my world. Until I turned 18, I harboured dreams of becoming a professional footballer. Every Saturday, I embarked on a nearly 5-mile journey on foot to the football field. Being raised by a single mother without a car or a dad to give me a lift, I chose to walk rather than burden her with bus fare.