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It is late December 1920, outside Goodeson Park, Everton.

This stadium is nestled in the terraced streets of the city of Liverpool, in northwest England.

Pouring out of the station on mass, the boxing day football supporters are cheerful

if a little blurry after the Christmas festivities.

A young girl grips her father's hand tight through a double layer of mittens.

Excitement bubbles in her stomach. She's never been to a stadium this huge,

but she's also a little nervous, as she knows a lot of noise makes her dad jumpy,

since he got back from the war.

But he does love football, and he's come here today for her, and to support her favourite team

from the Dick Kerr factory, where her mum helped make munitions.

The Dick Kerr ladies are now playing games almost every weekend for charity.

Today they are playing St Helen's ladies.

Hawkers call out across the excited crowds, and the girl's father pauses to buy something.

He presses a hot paper twist of roasted chestnuts into her hand, before they carry on towards the gates.

She peels one, and pops it in her mouth, then wraps her new scarf back around her chin,

showing off the black and white straps of her team.

Soon, the walls of the stadium are looming over them. They've arrived.

The crowd slows ahead of the turnstiles, as people merge from all directions.

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