During this period I’d started to realise I had a fascination visually with the floodlights, and that for some reason that had spread to the butty van outside The Turf.

At this time the land on Crispin Lane was still wasteland essentially, and I wish I’d photographed it more, but back then I didn’t realise I wanted to be a photographer, I was just taking snaps and the occasional ‘arty’ picture. I was becoming slowly more aware of the presence of the club and I was trying to understand why this space was so important to people. Having never felt like I belonged anywhere, or as part of something, I couldn’t comprehend a world in which 11 men in shorts, running around some grass, kicking a ball could be something significant for people.

There is an intention here, for me to understand something, to explore it visually, and to start realising that, as someone who primarily only drew and painted at this point, I was allowed to undertake photographing projects about things other than the art world of Wrexham.

Over that two year period I’d photograph the lights, police outside the pub on a match day, crowds of supporters seen through the window of a train arriving in town, and the butty van… knowing there was something happening, something I was doing, but not yet knowing why or what. If you’d asked me at this point if it was a project I’d have said no, being unable to see the connection between lots of these images.