Oh dear, Paddy Crerand....

Never, ever forget this classic. The man with his finger on the pulse and the inside track on everything going on at old trafford…
Absolutely clueless. Hilarious stuff.
A blue on Twitter scooped the world on this story and he still wasn’t having it when the papers belatedly played catch up


Ha ha. What a tool.

Imagine people at the club there looking at him getting out of his car and walking towards the stadium and thinking “fucking hell, he is here again”
 
One of the younger Crerands was at Xaverian when I was there in the late 80s. Dickhead really rated himself
One of Busby's granddaughters was there when I was there.
I was in Dublin 25 years ago, making my way along O'Connell Street to the start line of the TdF by the GPO. It was a warm day and I had a City T-shirt on. Daring I know in Ireland, but suddenly I felt a death ray stare on me and there he was... Good ol' Paddy. I glared back at him and off he went, back under his rock.
A friend's mother went on Irish TV once to translate for him into Gaelic. For all his Irish/Scottish connections he can't speak the language.
 

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