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  • 2 years later...

The day of the 2001 UEFA Cup Final in Dortmund, and after an afternoon spent drinking 12% banana lager in the pub opposite the Westfallenstadion, one hour before kick off and the sun fianally decides to come out.

 

Pissed and tired, but buoyed with PMT ahead of my first European final we decide to head out and soak up some rays and some atmosphere.

 

Stood with my back to the stadium, 30 yards to my right I saw this lithe figure dressed in a sharp black suit, heading swiftly in my direction; I turned to my mate Kev The Ripper and said, "Ripper...it's The Legend !"

 

Anyway, the way The Ripper tells it is that he looked to his right and saw my hero Ian Rush just literally feet away from us. The Ripper then looked left, back towards me but by this time I was on my knees with my hands in the air, mid-worship mode.

 

I grabbed Rushy's leg and looked up at him, tears of unbridalled joy streaming down my cheeks, and I said to Rushy, "Rushy mate, over the years you've given me more pleasure than any woman ever could...and I'm no chutney ferret pal."

 

To which The Legend laughed, brushed my hands aside, patted me on the shoulder and warmly instructed me, "Get up you daft cunt.". He then swiftly breezed into the stadium; the familiar refrain of, "He kicks the ball, he scores a goal..." ringing in his ears.

 

A 5-4 victory and a UEFA Cup later, thus ended one of the greatest days in my life.

 

True story that.

 

Ian Rush : love the man. Love him

 

 

Amazing.

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Hahaha, im sure your wives loved your honesty mate!

 

 

Fuck them, it's the truth.

 

I sat next to him for 45 minutes star struck, hardly watching the game but aware I was just staring at him. 

 

I was too in awe to ask him for an autograph or pic but luckily my brother knew what it meant to me and asked on my behalf.

 

He posed for photos for both of us and was a total legend.

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Best striker we ever had, practically invented defending from the front. My mate's dad fitted his kitchen on the Wirral - everything was from Candy.

 

My old man has met Molby a few times and swears that Molby claims this story is true. He was picking up Rush to go to a barbecue and they stop at a shop on the way. Rush comes back to the car with a bag of ice for the drinks and Molby tells him it's a bit of a way so the ice might melt. Rushie says"good point" and heads back into the shop - returning with a second bag of ice. Molby asks him why he bought the second bag and Rush replies "in case the first bag melts"

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