For Friday Flash 55
Before the last World Cup, I met Frank Adams
- wearing an England shirt –
at the Cambodian border.
“Great ‘ere, innit?
Told ‘em I were Phil Neville.
Now they all want me autograph.”
Typical of Frank.
If he’d worn a Brazil top that day
and called himself Ronaldo,
they’d still have been clamouring for his autograph.