I stole from my parents to complete Panini’s Football 87. It’s not a confession. They know. They knew at the time. I was grounded for a week. Football stickers were an addiction for this eight-year-old. Once you’d bought a quarter of lemon bon bons and fizzy cola bottles and a can of Tizer, there was barely enough pocket money to get more than a few packets. How was I meant to complete it?
Inside my dad’s jacket pockets I found 10 pound coins. Treasure. I put them in my pocket and raced to Lavells newsagent and bought as many packets of stickers as I could. In a blind fervour I ripped and I ripped and I ripped. I even ripped Chris Waddle in half. I needed Chris Waddle. Seconds later I was caught red-handed. The shame.