James Lawton: The time has come for football to tear down its last taboo
IT happened 30 years ago and now it should be no more than a sad remnant of a time when football, like so many other areas of society, couldn't begin to believe how much growing up it had to do.
This was lunch in Norwich with a potentially brilliant young footballer, bright, witty and inordinately conscious of the good fortune that had come to him after the unpromising start signalled by his and his younger brother's abandonment by their father, a Nigerian barrister.
The emerging star drove away in a red sports car, trailing his optimism. Twenty years later he hanged himself in a lock-up garage in Shoreditch.