Romanian tennis legend Ilie Nastase walked right past me in Liverpool this lunchtime.
No, I know what you’re thinking: you’re thinking Richard means someone with a vague resemblance to Ilie Nastase walked right past him in Liverpool this lunchtime. But you’re wrong; it really was him.
As far as I could tell, nobody else recognised him. Then he looked at me, and we smiled at each other knowingly. It was our little secret.
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He was probably thinking ‘oh god, is this twat going to stop me and ramble on about temper tantrums?’