![]() So I’d be like jumping over the ball to do step overs - hopping left and right. But I was so small that the ball was literally up to my knee. Then after nursery, he’d take me down the park and teach me how to do a new skill. This big, hard English bloke sitting in front of the telly every morning with his tea, watching the Japanese football lesson, taking notes. Literally, when I was four years old, he bought these footy training tapes on VHS, and for whatever reason they were from Japan. My grandad didn’t know a whole lot about football, but he could see I loved it, so he just started grafting. I actually used to sleep on a mattress on the floor of their room. But I was banging ’em top bins in the brown suede sofa in his living room. We got pictures of me at 14 months with the red-and-black floater. He didn’t go full-on into football ’til after I was born and I started kicking about with my little ladybug floater football. In his younger days, he was a rugby player and a powerlifter for Team Great Britain. You’ve gotta understand, my grandad is proper old school. So this one Stoke Dad is shouting to the referee about something or other, and I can hear my grandad starting on him like, “Oi, sit down. And the funny thing was, the Stoke parents and the United parents were sitting right next to each other. We weren’t playing well, and tempers were flaring a bit. You know, rain coming down and all that, and it was just one of them days. I think we were like 11 years old or something. This was in my academy days at Manchester United. ![]() But you’ve never seen a beasting until you’ve seen my grandad doing his thing. I’ve heard all the stories from back in the day. Listen, I know everyone talks about Sir Alex’s hair-dryer treatments. We got chewed out. I’m talking a proper hairdryer. ![]()
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