When I got there, all the pasta and science stuff hadn`t quite caught on in England - things that were perfectly acceptable then wouldn`t be tolerated now.
The treble parade would have been the most perfect moment of my footballing life, but for the two people standing behind me, clearly already plotting their next move.
Nothing had changed in my routine, except that when I went down the chippy and got me special fried rice, it would be wrapped in a newspaper that had my picture all over it.