One of the things that struck me while researching “When Football Was Football” was the view across the pitch from the river side of the ground. Whether it’s 1911, 1931, 1961 or 2011, in almost any photograph of a match you can see the silhouettes of supporters standing at the back of the Stevenage Road stand. This sort of boggles the mind: for all the changes in football that have passed before the old stand, in some ways nothing has changed at all. Throughout the book we see the same thing over and over, timeless views of fans back there in front of the windows. They might have been cheering on Johnny Haynes or Clint Dempsey, but they’re there, spookily there. We can’t know who they are, what they did, when they left this earth, but at some point they’ve all sat there there to watch Fulham. I think about this every game, now, which in some ways is odd, in others not. Part of what makes Fulham so magical.