I MET Janine Booth for the first time when she was 16 on April 16, 1983. I remember the date well because it was the day Brighton reached the FA Cup Final for our first, and so far only, time by beating Sheffield Wednesday 2-1 at Highbury in the semi-final.

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Still very young, she joined our team as a fine ranting poet — The Big J — and went on to become a Tube worker, RMT activist, women’s rights campaigner, mother of three lovely sons, neurodiversity advocate, author and about 80 billion other things.