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‘No one likes us, we don’t care’ is one of my all-time favourite songs as it sums Millwall up.

As for worst, when we played Leeds our lot started singing, ‘Did the Ripper fuck ya mum?’ That’s the worst, along with the song about Bobby Moore. That’s the line that shouldn’t be crossed. Few players transcend club rivalry, but Bobby Moore’s one of them. He’s the only England skipper to ever lift the World Cup, and how he died so young – it was tragic. The way the football authorities treated him was nothing short of scandalous. He should have at least been taken on with the England coaching staff.

My dad tells a great story about Bobby Moore. Ipswich were playing West Ham in the Cup, and Bill McGary, the Ipswich manager, had told the speedy Ipswich winger to hassle Moore every time he had the ball. ‘Don’t give him time and he’s just any other normal player,’ McGary said in his pre-match talk to his team. The pitch was a mudbath and West Ham won 4–0. All the players trooped off at the end, cold, wet and covered from head to foot in mud and dirt – all bar one. That was Bobby Moore, my dad said, who was immaculate – not a hair out of place and not a speck of mud on him. He looked just how he had looked when he had run on to the pitch at the start of the game, ninety minutes earlier. He was one cool customer.