As the England and Kosovo players sit and chat after the game, 1 brave soul stands up and in broken english, starts describing his home and growing up...
"we had nothing as children. Our fathers had to steal to get us food, our sisters and mothers sold their bodies to help keep a roof over our heads. Gangs of men roamed the streets at night..taking what they could from whoever they met. Everyday...stabbings, muggings, deaths. It was a way of life. It was a hard upbringing. Ramshackle houses with intermittant electricity. Cooking on whatever we could burn. Broken down cars in the streets. Rats and packs of wild dogs scavenging all over. It was a desolate place".
The Kosovan players all stood and gave Pickford a big round of applause
"we had nothing as children. Our fathers had to steal to get us food, our sisters and mothers sold their bodies to help keep a roof over our heads. Gangs of men roamed the streets at night..taking what they could from whoever they met. Everyday...stabbings, muggings, deaths. It was a way of life. It was a hard upbringing. Ramshackle houses with intermittant electricity. Cooking on whatever we could burn. Broken down cars in the streets. Rats and packs of wild dogs scavenging all over. It was a desolate place".
The Kosovan players all stood and gave Pickford a big round of applause