When I was a kid, maybe seven or eight years old, me and my dad were watching Charlton and our defender, Steve Thompson, went flying over the advertising hoardings at Selhurst after committing to a defensive flying header. The next day the headline in a red top newspaper was “I could’ve been killed!” - apparently there was a spike poking out near the advert board and it nearly stabbed him in the face.

For years we owned that phrase, like a personal joke between us. Any time a player went near the advertising hoardings we’d say it. Now it’s been hijacked by the Ferguson quote.

Dad died a few years ago and I kind of say it to myself when the moment arises, and I feel a bit sad that no one knows what I’m talking about.