The night of our Premier League glory, we were in Shambles Square and the boys I was with said we were going off to San Carlo. I was like "what we're going for food? ... I need more beers" (I really didn't).
I'm stood inside by the door, while they're getting the drinks in, and I look outside to see "an entourage coming with a certain someone at the head of it".
I tell everyone to keep it down...look whose coming...absolute silence...
I opened the door, and when everyone in the place realised who was there the roof nearly came off: absolute pandebloodymoneum: Mario's face was an absolute picture!!!
If he was ever unsure he was loved he certainly knew that night!