Voices Mass brawls, breathless hedonism and Jarrod Bowen how West Ham gave me the night of my life
over 2 years in Independent
It felt at times like it might last forever. Like they might never stop singing, never go home, that the mini Cresswells zigzagging about the six-yard box had somehow slipped the surly bonds of bedtime. What else is there, frankly, that keeps the little kid alive inside the fading grown-up quite like football, asks Tom Peck