The Power and the Glory

My new history of the World Cup is out today. It's a book I've been gearing up to write since I first became obsessed with the tournament aged five. Have that, Auntie Doris!

In 1982, aged five, I went on holiday with my parents to Scotland. The details of the trip are a little vague, although I remember two elements quite clearly. I was told not to mention the World Cup at breakfast the morning after Scotland had drawn 2-2 with the USSR to go out, which means we were there on the night of June 22. And I know we were in Fort…