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1977 FA cup final i had a broken leg, full length plaster and crutches. united arranged for me to be able to go in through the main wembley entrance. Me, a starry eyed nipper got taken by my dad through the corridors of wembley, past the FA cup which sat ungarded on a huge table.
got into a posh lift to go up to our seats and who else was already in the lift other than John Bond. Me, excited about being in a lift with a famous manager, smiled at him, hoping for an autograph. He just blanked me and looked the other way so mr bond, i hope you're at the pearly gates waiting to get in and st peter is stood there..... gazing into space, whistling, ignoring you.. |
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Why so angry Mr 92? It's a bit of a joke based upon a graundianism, a pretty long-standing and well established one at that. I fear it is you that is perplexed pol but just chill your boots instead of giving it all the superior nonsense |