Fergie, me and the mother of all interviews
I can’t seem to shake off Sir Alex Ferguson. He was on the same plane as me when I flew out to Cyprus a few years ago, a fact I didn’t realise until a camera crew appeared to catch his McCartney-esque thumbs-up descent from the steps to the tarmac.
Then the other week I got a call from top advertising agency Mother. They were doing some research on behalf of a global client and wanted to interview me about the content of my book, Prawns in the game: how football got where it is today.
They’d mentioned that the interview would be recorded for internal purposes and I suppose I expected a camcorder to be whirring at the back of the room as we spoke.
What I didn’t expect was to be confronted on arrival by a DOP, two cameramen, two lighting lords and another guy whose job was to check I spoke in complete sentences.
“Really?” I said, surveying the hive of activity with a mixture of apprehension and shock.
“Well,” my agency contact explained. “We’ve interviewed Sir Alex Ferguson and some other famous football figures as part of the research and we wanted all the interviews to look the same.”
One hour and one re-take later, I shuffled out into the overcast Shoreditch sky wondering where the world’s greatest Taggart impersonator would turn up next.