Early on I thought, ‘It’s hard, this. I want to go home.’ I never told anyone at West Ham, but I told Lisa. I didn’t have a mobile, so we wrote to each other all the time and I told her how tough it was. I’d always get a little boost when one of her letters would drop through the door. Lisa always sensed what I needed, whether I needed to be left alone, or given a lift. She just gets me.
