This extract from Sol Campbell's autobiography is just wonderful – almost Joycean. As my colleague, Conor Neville, rightly points out 'All the flotsam and jetsam of his mind bubbles to the surface here.'
Not only that but it also presents us with an underused style of storytelling; unspoken, train of thought soliloquies told in the third person.
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I fear we'll never actually know if there were any secrets hidden behind that loose brick...
Hat-tip and image via Daniel Harris
