We were having a trial game against Leeds, and Jack Charlton was the boss of Middlesbrough at the time.
So for a year I spent all my time hiding from Jack Charlton in the car park practising my skills.
Now Jack Charlton wasn't wrong, I was a bad footballer.
I've always had an inquisitive mind about everything from flowers to television sets to motor cars. Always pulled them apart - couldn't put 'em back, but always extremely interested in how things work.
