I spoke to someone dressed as Wally as we were walking up the steps to get out whilst being goaded by the Citeh fans and the old bill.
Right by the corner flag? It was most probably me then.
Hmm, I'm trying to remember now.
I'm guessing it was something about the stewards, rocket polishers.
That was it. I'm fairly nondescript in a crowd of footy fans - shaved head, Brummie accent, brownish jacket. Not as recognisable as Where's Wally!
Ha, I don't have a clue, the only person I remember is a bloke talking about Liverpool to a scouse copper!