A few months after the Russians invaded Hungary in 1956 a lad called Istvan turned up in my class at junior school, a refugee. Same first name as the famous Hungarian referee Istvan Zsolt. He spoke no English but he learned fast and became a good pal, played rugby league and went trainspotting together. His father had been a professor in Budapest, his mother a doctor, then in England dad worked on the buses for Lancashire Utd & the mother did cleaning jobs, they just wanted to give the kid a life where he'd be free and not live in fear. Sadly there will be a lot more like them fleeing out of Kiev in the next few weeks, hope they find safety and a good home.