I used to live in northern Cheshire and recall a few encounters over the years, quite a few of them Rovers-related:
- Paul Dickov smoking a fag outside The Railway pub in Hale.
- Steve McManaman crossing the street in Hale and tucking into a bacon and egg butty (presumably) on a cold morning.
- Patrick Vieira standing behind me to collect a takeaway from Chilli Banana (now Phanthong Thai?) in Wilmslow. Could easily have trodden on me.
- Mark Hughes collecting flowers from the flower shop in Prestbury.
- Mark Bunn in a travel agency in Hale trying to book flights to Paris for him and his then-38 week pregnant wife. What a wally.
Freddie Flintoff also visited our office, once. I also bumped into that weather bloke who I think was in trouble some years ago in the news (Fred Talbot?). And I don't know if this counts, but the lady who grassed-up Lance Armstrong. She was, otherwise, a nasty lady.
Oh, and one Christmas do we had in Obsidian in Manchester back in 2007 or so. We were very tipsy, dancing badly, and all of a sudden were joined by Paul Scholes, Gary Neville, Nicky Butt, Edwin van der Sar, and Ryan Giggs. I suddenly became a bit sober at that point!