YAKUP HUSEYIN AND THE BIRTH OF LONDON'S TURKISH FOOTBALL FEDERATION (Copy)

“Oh, you want to know that as well? Oh, wow. Well... So, you want to know my name? My birthday? Where I came from? Ha! Well, I suppose... Nothing to lose and nothing to gain. Okay, then, our aim is to find out how the Turkish Community Football Federation started…”

I’m sat with Yakup Huseyin and his son Murat in the back garden of a house in Highams Park, North East London.

It’s morning at the end of summer—that time of year where nobody knows what to wear. Hot to cold, shiver to sweat, it goes. I’ve got trackies and a T-shirt on, Murat is in shorts, and Yakup’s wearing smart trousers, a vest, a shirt, a gilet, and a hat. We’re all cradling coffees in our hands, and Yakup is tapping the red gem of a ring against his wide-brimmed glass mug. He’s telling us about the summer of 1976. In a building just off Wardour Street in Soho, there’s a group of men talking about feeling invisible.