We shouldn’t let football sex abuse scandal tarnish local heroes running brilliant kids’ clubs

WHEN I was young, there was a guy who used to go round the doors in my home town advertising the boys’ club he ran.

He was a stout, owlish figure, in big specs and a rustling anorak, who would witter on about the need for robust exercise and good physical health.

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In my youth I often saw a man who would walk...