When I was growing up in Brixton it seemed there were three options in life: be unemployed, go to prison or die young. A lot of people I grew up with aren’t around anymore: some of them were in shootings or stabbings but most of them seemed to have a fetish for going to jail. When I dreamt of becoming a footballer the money was never the prime objective but as you get closer to it you realise the finances could change your family’s fortunes forever. We weren’t well off at all. My dad was an electrical engineer and my mum worked as a secretary. Read the story here.
