Used to wag school loads in the 80s and depending on who was on the bus with me, we'd get off at Platt Lane to proudly watch the Boys in Blue go through their paces, or stay on until the other side of town and get off near the Cliff (being careful to wipe our feet on the way out again), or on one strange day jump the train and end up at Anfield to watch training there!
Never bought The Pink in the close season in my life, but my mate wanders in one Sunday, a week before the season starts, and there's a freakin picture of me, autograph book in hand at the Cliff.... The SHAME of it!!
At least I was next to Gidman and he eventually ended up at Maine Road, but I know that's not the point. Needless to say that picture has never been shared around!
My other confession is that I went to primary school with Crearands son and I couldn't stand the pillock... just like his Dad in too many ways... he didn't endear himself to me either when a Blue mate of mine took him to the home Derby instead of me - (Phil...YOU DEFINITELY need to confess the reason for that!) - particularly when it was our 2-0 win with a cracking goal from Michael Robinson and a belter from my sister's mate Tony Henry.
Every single time I see any mention of Crearand, that still bugs the crap out of me