Lazy Eye

At nineteen, Geoffhurst is getting along just fine -- he's got his own flat away from his family, his eight jars to divide his dole cheque (one for each day; one for saving), his standing order at Madame Wong's Chinese Restaurant. Then a reporter from the local newspaper offers to pay him to tell his story -- the story of what happened eight years ago, when something happened that even with his lazy eye he couldn't help but stare right in the face. In the long, hot, legendary summer of '76, Geoffhurst's life was full of superheroes. His father was one of the first black professional footballers, his six-foot mother was the most glamorous woman in the neighbourhood and his aunt was a witch. His alter-ego was the Hulk, and his gang was the Four Aces. If he could get through the heat, he could get through anything. But sometimes even superheroes meet their match, and that year the storms that cracked the skies spelt more than just the end of summer; they spelt the end of Geoffhurst's childhood.