[The Centre Circle. 20:14 BST.]
I saw it as I walked to the centre.
Nya stood twenty yards from the lads and their families with no one. His Macron tracksuit top with KIRBY 33 on the back. His medal in his hand because he had taken it off the ribbon because the ribbon had irritated his neck during the climb.
The other lads had their families on the pitch and Nya did not have a family on the pitch because Nya's mother had not been able to afford the ticket to Wembley and the FA had only allocated each lad two complimentary tickets and Nya had given his two to his older brother and his older brother's girlfriend because the older brother had been there for him longer.
Sarah saw it the same second I did.
She crossed the pitch to Nya. Put her arm round his shoulders. Said something I could not hear from twenty yards. Nya nodded.
Then she walked towards me.
