Confession from Mr Grant
When I was at school, Gazza & Paul Stewart visited to take part in a penalty shoot-out against our school goalie (This was in the era of Gazza & Mars Bars). When the shoot-out was over and everyone was scrambling to get their autographs I decided it would be fun to nick Gazza'a Mars Bar from the pocket of his joggers.
I'm not a very good 'tea-leaf' and he rumbled me. He told me that if I were to do that round 'his way' I would've had my hands cut off!
I still ate his Mars Bar. Sorry Gazza, it was me mate, and my hands are still intact.
When I was about 15 I lost a bet at school and had to go and watch the Gooners with my ‘red mates’. During the game Spurs were 2-0 down to Forest away and Arsenal were winning 2-0. It was worst day of my life.
I went into their toilet at half time and clinched my Spurs shirt that was on underneath my coat and prayed. It was so hot by now but I could not take coat off obviously.
Anyway full time score? Forest 2 Spurs 3 and Arsenal only managed a feeble draw at home. JUSTICE! THERE IS A GOD.
My friend got me tickets to see Arsenal-Spurs and, as he was a gooner, we sat in their end. We lost 3-2 and I was the only fan in that end with my head in my hands.
No one noticed though. Every time I see Bergkamp sliding on his knees on the MOTD titles I can always see myself in that corner cringing.