Has anyone else seen a football team in their local supermarket?

No, but I was in the same hotel as the Chicago Bulls once. They were tall.

That is very local to you, EIM. We were on our way to the Bristol City vs St Albans FA Cup Match in 1995 (lost 9-2 - quite a long weekend, all told), and we ran into the Weymouth team at a service station on the outskirts of Bristol. They were on their way to an FA Cup match as well.

It's not my best anecdote.

I was on the same plane as the Fiji rugby team once. They were wide.

I always try and avoid flying with rugby teams if at all possible. If they're not wanking each other off and drinking piss, then they're eating each other's flesh in the Andes.

I've seen Roberto Donadoni in our local Esselunga (supermarket). He was between jobs (Livorno and Italy) at the time, as he is now.

I was on a railway platform with Real Madrid two years ago.

Saw Sevilla in VIPS in Nervion Plaza circa 1999-2000

Newcastle United stayed in the same hotel as my wife and I on our wedding night. Not in the bridal suite. I was sat next to Alan Shearer in the lounge for a bit though.

Waited for a connecting flight at Madrid Airport with the Celta de Vigo squad.

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Newcastle United stayed in the same hotel as my wife and I on our wedding night. Not in the bridal suite. I was sat next to Alan Shearer in the lounge for a bit though.

I got Coventry City on my wedding night. And got to chat with Steve Ogrizovic. I was very pissed. And very stoned.

I once shared;

A post office counter in Wolverhapton with Keith Curle.

A game of hide and seek in Wolverhampton with Steve Sedgley (it was more of a case of walking through the middle of it, I think Akinbiyi and Ndah were involved, Sedgley told me to ssssshh)

The following brushes with the fabulous all happened in Llandudno.

I once shared;

A pub forecourt with Neal Eardley.

Different football pitches, at different times, with Mike and Marc Williams (Wrexham FC) and Barry Grant (Brookside FC).

A handshake with Neville Southall.

A train with Andy Farrell.

A joke with Alan Kennedy.

A queue in W.H. Smith with Mickey Thomas.

I shared a hotel lift lobby with NK Rijeka, and a lift with one of the players (who looked like the singer from Maroon 5).

Now that is impressive. I saw their ground from the bus on the way into town to catch the ferry down to Dubrovnik, and a great lunch and a fantastic holiday got me all nostalgic for the city and the team.

Come to think of it EIM, how the fuck did you recognise Team Bath in a non-footballing situation?

I couldn't recognise half the Plymouth Argyle side through the constant downpour yesterday. And they were wearing green shirts and in a place where I expect to find them.

And, more importantly, what delights were they cramming into their baskets?