A few hours before each match that he plays, Troy Deeney switches music on. It is not just random music. It is the same music every time. It is a playlist that takes him back a decade or more to a council house on a Birmingham estate on a Saturday morning.
His mum, Emma, who worked three jobs to bring him up, cleaned the house at the weekend. While she vacuumed and ironed and mopped and yelled at her teenage son to get out of bed, she played James Brown and Aretha Franklin tracks, Abba songs and Lighthouse Family tunes.