Terrace Talk: At Wembley, Ole must step out of playground

Even after all these years, it’s still hard to look at Ole Gunnar Solskjaer and not see him as a puckish little boy who’s just been caught scrumping for apples. It is a key part of his immense charm and ongoing appeal, of course.

When I first met him almost 23 years ago, it was whilst waiting to be served at the Players’ Bar inside Old Trafford — and when he sidled up alongside me, before I’d recognised who he was, it felt like some kid was trying to sneakily get served by hiding among the grown-ups.