Waht an utter utter farce...
Anyway Ive got a good Giggs story.
One Saturday in the mid Nineties (late for kick off as usual) me and me mate had been on the piss in town. We staggered upto to Piccadilly and got a tray of pie and chips each and jumped in a cab to take us to Maine Road.
As we pulled down to the bottom of Piccadilly approach we noticed a Porsche pull up next to us. It was Giggs. My mate who shall ever be a legend wound down the window and started a tirade of abuse. Giggs did his windows up and tried to ignore us. By now we were fuming (been on the Stella) me nad me mate looked at each other and both thought the same thing! Simultaneously we both launched our half eaten trays of meat pie, chips and gravy at his car! They both landed with an oh so satisfying thud on the top of his flash bollocks motor!
Giggs pulled away and by now it was him who was fuming! We got kicked out the cab but were left by the side of the road laughing our heads off. We were late for kick off, but didnt have to buy another pint that day! Superb!