‘If I couldn’t play with my heart, I couldn’t play’
“.. Another club, abroad, somewhere sunny. At least I could be miserable in a warm climate. Could I play for another club - Celtic maybe? I relaxed as I walked and thought of a funny story. Not long before I’d been injured and gone up to Glasgow with a couple of friends to see Celtic play. United fans who followed Celtic as well, I had my baseball cap pulled well down. We had a few drinks in a pub near the ground. No one spotted me. As we were walking up to the ground two big Scots lads took a second look.
‘Are you ...? You f-ing are.’ One guy was about six foot five, built like a barn. ‘Hey, big man, when are you going to come and play for a big club?’




