The fans can turn on you, when it suits May 16, 2008

It was an FA Cup semi-final in 1992, Portsmouth v Notts Forest. Fratton Park.
I strode along the touchline in my suit, thinking myself quite smart, looking for someone to photograph – make some humour with – when out of nowhere, to a man, the entire Kop started on me : Where did you get that tacky jacket? Then they moved on to my trousers… and finally my shoes. There was no hole big enough in which to hide!

The week after the death of Diana, (Princess of Wales), the Cardiff City crowd turned on me, citing me as paparazzi, because I had a camera. Not even the depricating smile, nor the mockney suit, could deflect their wrath. Pure hatred, in the sunshine. They would have loved to have killed me, trampled me to death, kicked my head in.