After a game againt burnley in the carling cup(or whatever it was called then) in the late 90's (i think it was swps debut ) we spent an hour searching for my pride and joy white rs turbo.
Fearing the worse we trudged back to the deserted dump that is turf moor to ring home for a lift, when a bloke in a city tracksuit emerged. it was michael brown. We said hello, and chatted about the game, and he asked what we were doing still hanging around. I told him my car had been nicked, and he was really understanding and offered us a lift to manchester!! unfortunately, we were heading for Blackpool, so he got us into turf moor to use the phone to ring home. always thought of him as a top bloke since (off the park anyway).
Incidentally, the rs turbo turned black overnight and turned up, burnt out in baccup.
Cheers, you inbred east lancs wankers!!!!