"Jumbo sized what..."?

The Man enjoyed a bumper bout of player-spotting on Monday.

During the course of a rare day off, I came across three players, as it were. First up was Greeno, who bowled into the barber's shop while I was having my flowing locks tapered. As the big man sat waiting for his annual haircut, I began to feel a bit guilty for having a go at him last week.

He looked a bit vulnerable, slumped in the chair peering out tentatively over his newspaper. But I thought how much more he earns than me, and the feeling soon dissipated.

Later, I was mooching about in Dixons on Gentleman's Walk when in marched Carl Robinson and Little Ern. I earwigged as the two talked about iPods in thick Welsh accents.

I've actually got nothing very interesting to say about my brushes with greatness, but The Man has always been intrigued by seeing footballers in Civvie Street. I'll never forget the time I saw Dean Ashton at the vegetable counter in Sainsbury's with that bumper sized?

Posted By: Fierce Panda, Mar 15, 16:55:49