How did it all go so wrong for West Ham?

So there we are last Sunday, Tim and Finn and Greg and Russ and Edward and Ken and the bloke next to Ken (more of whom anon) and meself, bubbles floating past us amid the arctic tundra of Stratford, writes Enda McEvoy

The east London one, that is, not the one on the Avon.

It is freezing, the 2012 Olympic Stadium is in the middle of nowhere and there’s barely a purveyor of pie ‘n’ mash to be seen. The walk down Green Street to the Boleyn Ground it ain’t and never will be again. There used to be a football club there: nobody ever doubted that. Is there a football club in West Ham’s new home? It is arguable.