One winter morning eight years ago, some old men were playing football outside Amsterdam. Hardly anyone was watching, except their own toddler offspring. In the canteen beside the field, very old men played cards and ignored the football. This was OSDO’s third team versus AFC’s fifth team.

But playing in defence for AFC was a familiar, Felliniesque dreadlocked figure. An old spectator remarked: “That could be Ruud Gullit’s brother.”