For me it was a local chippy (fish and chips shop) just outside school. Every lunch hour about 15 kids would pile in. Some of them would maybe order a chip barm, the rest would be clutching a few 10p’s from their pocket or paper round money.

Managing to pull of some frantic fireballs or dragon punches and hang in for a few games against the bigger kids would mean the kind of adrenaline rush and feeling of exhilaration that’s hard to find elsewhere.

Sometimes you’d put a pound in, and some bastard would steal one of your games to replay you. Never put a pound in.