If Liverpool hadn’t come back from the dead to perform ‘The Miracle Of Istanbul’ in 2005, a lot of my friends or perhaps, more accurately, former friends, would have been mercifully spared my patented ‘Did you know I was there?’ juggernaut riff, a sort of journalistic equivalent of ‘Smoke On The Water’. If you’ve heard it once, you’ve heard it a thousand times. And, trust me, you’ll hear it again. (Still, it could be worse for the hearers – imagine if I lived in Milan).