Gazing out the window of his fourth-floor bedroom, over the red-brick London council estate where he grew up, Callum Turner dreamed of something more. At first he wanted to be a soldier; later he settled his sights on football, longing to play for his beloved Chelsea, whose home ground was just a few miles away.His mother, Rosemary, a nightclub promoter who brought Callum up single-handedly, couldn’t afford match tickets, so he’d stay in on Saturday afternoons, throw open the windows and listen to the roars echoing across the skyline.
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