I bet your Norf London accent was a thespian tour de force too
- Once, we had managed to hold off West Ham from totally invading the North Bank and were sharing half and half, I was half pissed and feeling preposterously brave so I decided to go for a piss by walking straight through all the Irons, shouldering a couple of them on the way and looking straight back at anyone that looked at me.
That was a revelation to me as I saw, in the faces of everyone I stared down, the fear based on the assumption that I
must have been as hard as nails. It taught me the power of fronting but I now shudder when I look back at how very, very lucky I was that day not to bump into any real ICF psychos