Magic memories of the mighty men of ‘44

Tim O’Connor returns from the kitchen with a pot of tea and two slices of currant cake before being drawn to a stack of sheets piled on the living room table.

He pulls out two pages stapled together and slides them across the table.

“I made a couple of notes on the match when I knew you’d be calling,” he says, “It’s not a lot, but it’s as much as I remember. It has been 72 years after all.”