On a cold day in Maghull, on Merseyside last month, a man in a pair of kneelength denim shorts stopped Roy Evans as he prepared to have his photograph taken outside a coffee shop.
The man had a tattoo of a Liver bird on his calf. ‘Bloody hell, Roy,’ he shouted. ‘I think we are actually gonna do it this time. It’s boss!’
Evans pushed his hands into his pockets against the chill and smiled. Asked if he can ever go anywhere in peace, he said: ‘Yeah, I can actually. People know me round here. It’s harder on holiday.