Chris in London
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Here's my two Phil Neville stories for what they're worth.
The first concerns his daughter, who had a birthday party when she was about five or so. The friend of a friend of a friend whose daughter went to the party took, as a present, some city pyjamas for the birthday girl.
As you would.
That night, Mrs Phil Neville tweeted something along the lines of 'daughter delighted with her new Man City pyjamas which she is wearing for bed. Philip not speaking to me. Seriously.???????'.
I like her.
The second story is about the man himself. You will recall a night game a few seasons ago when we beat Chelsea 2-1. Tevez scored the winner with a free kick from about 25 yards. Anyway, before the game when we arrived at the ground and went to park in the east stand car park, as we are getting out of the car who is getting out of the car next to us but Mr P Neville himself. (Everton were not playing that day IIRC). I looked at him, didn't say anything, and went in to enjoy the game. After the game, by the time we got to our car, his had gone.
On the way home, my eldest lad updated his Facebook status to read "can't believe I missed the opportunity to shit on Phil Neville's car".
That's my boy.
The first concerns his daughter, who had a birthday party when she was about five or so. The friend of a friend of a friend whose daughter went to the party took, as a present, some city pyjamas for the birthday girl.
As you would.
That night, Mrs Phil Neville tweeted something along the lines of 'daughter delighted with her new Man City pyjamas which she is wearing for bed. Philip not speaking to me. Seriously.???????'.
I like her.
The second story is about the man himself. You will recall a night game a few seasons ago when we beat Chelsea 2-1. Tevez scored the winner with a free kick from about 25 yards. Anyway, before the game when we arrived at the ground and went to park in the east stand car park, as we are getting out of the car who is getting out of the car next to us but Mr P Neville himself. (Everton were not playing that day IIRC). I looked at him, didn't say anything, and went in to enjoy the game. After the game, by the time we got to our car, his had gone.
On the way home, my eldest lad updated his Facebook status to read "can't believe I missed the opportunity to shit on Phil Neville's car".
That's my boy.