He walks in towards the city from Richmond station, across the roof gardens over the old railway yards with the MCG on his right. He’s a little nervous, very nervous, because he’s meeting his son for the first time. He looks over his left shoulder to check the time on the digital clock on top of the Siemens building. He has a twenty-year-old son from a short relationship he had in 2013 with a woman called Sally Breen. She called him three days ago and the twenty-year-old rang him the day after and now they’re meeting at George’s, a café…