You always remember one teacher. They’re not the one the school puts on its website, the one with the best exam results, the one who got you into Cambridge. No, the one you remember is the one with a real character, something different. The one you remember is the one you built a relationship with. That teacher was the one who made you think differently, who changed you. I remember the revisionist history lessons, The French plays we put on. I remember our AI saying: “Pass it on, boys. That’s the game I want you to learn. Pass it on.”