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Monday, 5 December 2016

Alex Ferguson is not my father. I never heard of him when I was 14 years old. In fact, I never heard of him until 1997.   I had heard of a Namath in American football, a few Italian soccer greats, Reggie Jackson in Baseball or Pele. But, if he had a piece of grass from Manchester to hand to me in a plastic bag or a crumb from the director's Pullman Sandwich table, I would humbly receive it and work. I have never had any direct knowledge of receiving anything at any address from Mancunia.  But, it seems someone in a fatherly role was afraid that a recipient could receive attention  and he did not want to loose his role in being a father; so he said.


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