Chelsea V's Man Utd today, which means a guaranteed shocker of a day at work, with about 750 Chelsea fans drinking in the pub. Anyway, about 12 months ago the police introduced this stupid rule where customers aren't allowed to drink outside the garden walls on match days, which means I pretty much spend two or three hours before the game herding them back into the garden like a sheep dog. To cut a long story short, this one American family had to be moved three or four times as no matter how slowly I spoke they didn't quite grasp what I was saying. Americans and Yorkshire accents are always tough. The final time I moved them I started talking to the bloke about why the rule was in place, explained the "War on the Green" from 18 months ago (Chelsea and Tottenham fans brawling with hockey sticks and swords - no lie!), when it dawned on me just who I was chatting to . . . . . . "Face" from the 'A' Team, Dirk Benedict. Proper starstruck!
Apparently he's over here because his son wants to be a footballer and is having a trial with Gillingham