Who is going to start taking responsibility for protecting women’s safety after football games? Stop viewing us as secondary people in a male space

Last month I took the overground to sit in my season ticket seat at the best football club in the country, in my home of north London. I sat with the middle-aged men I’ve learnt to love over the past three seasons, watching a team I’ve loved since I was a child and celebrated a buoyant 3-1 win over Brentford under the sunshine.

So how come 30 minutes after the final whistle, I was surrounded by police officers, sobbing my eyes out in a Transport for London (TfL) office at Seven Sisters?