Jamie Yates was heavily medicated, in a secure mental health unit, and in the middle of a breakdown when he had a profound dream. He was back in Liverpool, walking with his daughter along the tightly packed terraced streets which surround Goodison Park, home of the football club he had supported all his life.
When he left the hospital he took out a map, drew a half-mile radius around Everton’s ground and started looking for somewhere to rent.
