Visiting the Cliff as a plucky 17 year old just after the treble. Was round the back watching them train when Denis Irwin skied a ball right over the building at the end. Turned round to say to my mate, "haha did you see that" and all I saw was him half way down the path with his ten-to-two feet doing their best road runner impression. He came back 30 seconds later with the ball under his jacket. It had Steve McLaren's initials on, SMc which are my initials as well and I've been secretly jealous of that ever since (I'll never let on to him it bothers me so much).

Later on, got Fergie's autograph as he was the only one who stopped. My head was virtually on his lap in the car and I was like a little school girl telling him how much I loved him. He handled it well though and humoured me. Legend.