This body of work, made as the lockdown period is beginning to lift provided time for self reflection of times past. In light of this I begun to consider my own relationship with football and the relationship I had with my Dad.
Years of travelling up and down the country in his Mini Metro or my Dad following a team coach to an away ground. He was my biggest supporter and yet my biggest critic.
I have documented a journey from grassroots to the fringes of the professional game which is as far as I managed to travel. That pursuit was one of great joy, the very deepest lows and one of absolute fear. The innocence of youth and enjoyment and the stress of being in a space where there is no place to hide.
My Dad passed away after a short battle with Cancer in 2015.
Thanks Pops.
