Football was always non-negotiable in my family. My dad, raised in Battersea, is a life-long Chelsea supporter, and for the first five years of my life I spent each game in the Stamford Bridge creche, alongside other CFC orphans.
When I was around seven, my parents deemed it safe enough for me to be in the stands. I loved the energy, the excitement, the celebrations; but the walk to the exit, as a small girl at only waist-height of most other rowdy supporters, filled me with dread – especially on the days we lost.
