I was sexually assaulted on a train after Spurs v Brentford while a dad and his sons laughed

There is always a sense of nervousness getting on a packed train after a game. Photograph: Jill Mead/The Guardian

Last month I took the overground to sit in my season ticket seat at the best football club in the country, in my home of north London. I sat with the middle-aged men I’ve learnt to love over the past three seasons, watching a team I’ve loved since I was a child and celebrated a buoyant 3-1 win over Brentford under the sunshine.

So how come, 30 minutes after the final whistle, I was surrounded by police officers, sobbing my eyes out in a Transport for London office at Seven Sisters?