Crerand is certainly a drunk. I had a bizarre afternoon with him once. I got a freeby corporate for a derby match at the swamp and ended up sitting next to him in one of the posh lounges. I was the only City fan there. He ended up taunting Martin Edwards (on the next table) about his under-the-door activities with mirrors at the Four Seasons bar in Halebarns. Of course I was egging him on. I can't remember much about the rest of the day and was later evicted from the VIP area (and the stadium) by security guards for over-celebrating Ian Brightwell's equaliser. Happy days.
