Avanti West Coast, Coach E. An empty table, seat on the aisle. Phone charger plugged in, cable strewn across the desk. Slouched ever so slightly. Content, a bit bored.
Destination: London Euston, a Friday afternoon in late May. Before Liam Delap became this thing, this new shiny striker, this new great hulking hope.
The throwback from nowhere. The sort of player who once piqued your interest in the sport when it wasn’t all inverted wingers and false nines. Muscling, devil-may-care. The sort who now has observers saying the quiet bit out loud. Harry Kane 2.