Peake embodies the role in life that Anne Williams would fulfil with the highest possible distinction: Kevin’s mum.

While the drama will damn the police actions, and the subsequent cover-up, Sampson also conveys the awful randomness of tragedy: Anne’s son was at his first ever away game; his friend made it home, but he did not.

The first half of the episode skillfully takes us through the events of the 15th, one agonising moment after another.

Anne is well written, tense, beautifully acted, unrelentingly sad and angry. It does everything a drama ever could. I’m just not sure I can watch.

Anne is shaping up to be a deeply moving rebuttal of such callousness.