IâÂÂm rooming in Yokohama with Stuart Mathieson, the Manchester United correspondent for the Manchester Evening News since 1995.
IâÂÂve stayed in some dreadful hotels in my time, but they can wait for another blog because this isnâÂÂt one of them. ItâÂÂs better than the hotel opposite where the United players are staying and Dimitar Berbatov is confined to his pit with a virus.
United wanted to stay in this hotel, but they were knocked back because the victorious Milan team stayed here a year ago and the hotel were unimpressed by the commotion created by fans outside.
"Ah, ahh, ahhh, ahhhh... choo"
Anyway, I should apologise to my room-mate.
Last week, for no reason other than I thought it was amusing, I published UnitedâÂÂs squad list for the Club World Cup on United We StandâÂÂs website. It was sent to me early and so we had it online before the Manchester Evening News or the official club website. Nothing amusing about that, but I added the name of a blag player, who I listed as âÂÂNumber 25: FINCH.âÂÂ
Stuart saw our list and began checking it out. He called the club, but United were not even aware that the squad list had been released.
âÂÂAnd this player Finch,â he continued to a Manchester United director. âÂÂIâÂÂve checked the reserve and youth teams but can find no trace of him. Several other big name sites also carried Finch in the squad.
Sorry.
But thereâÂÂs a good story behind my choice of name for the bogus player. Round Urmston where I grew up, thereâÂÂs a lad called Finch who is legendary for hanging his goalkeeper gloves up when he was 15 in order to take a Saturday job in a shop opposite the Roebuck pub selling Airfix models.
So while FinchâÂÂs career may have gone no further than playing for Wellacre school, the few who saw him reckon he was better than Lev Yashin. HeâÂÂs about 34 now, so that assertion can never be tested, but why not go with it?
And since then, the Finch myth has mushroomed. IâÂÂve heard mates slating Peter Schmeichel by saying: âÂÂFinch would have saved that.â And imagine the headlines had he made it.
Like âÂÂFinch and Chipsâ - if he played with an actor from the cult 70s American television cop series. Which, frankly, would have been unlikely.
"Damn it... Finch would have saved that with his eyes closed..."
Some charlatans pretend to be famous footballers when chatting girls up in foreign lands. IâÂÂve seen lads pretending to be Finch.
Three years ago I was invited to a rather swanky party. I think they thought I was the president of the United States and not editor of United We Stand. With me were two trainer-wearing shaven-headed Mancunian friends visiting Barcelona. It wasnâÂÂt my scene, less so theirs.
Stay with me here.
As we went in, we had to give our names on the door. Later in the night, there was a prize draw. One mate hated public attention. I prayed that his name was drawn as it would have meant him going up on stage to collect his prize.
There was one prize remaining, a haircut at Toni & Guy. My mateâÂÂs name was called out. It was a life-affirming moment as he walked across the dance floor, absolutely mortified. Aside from anything, what could Toni or Guy have done with his grade one? As he accepted his prize voucher in an envelope, a beautiful girl said: âÂÂYouâÂÂre so lucky.âÂÂ
âÂÂYou can have it love,â he replied, handing the envelope over and disappearing back into the crowd.
20 minutes later, the girl came over to say thanks. She was with her Swiss mate. They were both beautiful lawyers who spoke five languages. In short, they were so far out of our league we decided not to chat them up.
Instead, we asked them if they2âÂÂd ever heard of Finch. They hadnâÂÂt, so while a clutch of posh Euro bores were trying to impress them by saying that daddy owned Singapore or some investment banks which gambled away the money of the worldâÂÂs hardworking, we were telling them about FinchâÂÂs Gordon Banks vs Pele style save for WellacreâÂÂs fourth year against Stretford Grammar in 1988. I swear thereâÂÂs now a Finch fan club in Lausanne.
The girls? One came over to Manchester a month later, but I never introduced her to the legend that is Finch.
Because I donâÂÂt even know him.
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