Eighty players “aged five to 65” charge across a colossal ash pitch in Castlemilk, Glasgow, as a 10-year-old Ray Houghton ducks and dances his way through a crash of football-obsessed legs.
Houghton’s mother carries a crate of 24 milk bottles filled with water, leaving them metres from her house for the hoard of aspiring footballers to refresh themselves with.
There are “no pubs” and only slightly more jobs, so the people of Castlemilk - young or old - are left with a ball at their feet and little else.
“Football was all we had,” Houghton recalls, detailing a clear childhood image almost 50 years later.