I have a weirdly strong memory of that game actually, as it was I believe on a Saturday night and I was in a curry house which had a tiny TV screen broadcasting the game (South Korea was it?) when all of a sudden, Max Clifford walked in and sat down at the next table with seven of his friends. My friends shat themselves with excitement about our celebrity visitor, trying to listen in on their conversations, and I was left glumly staring at the silent TV screen and our stupid GB kit in silence.

Needless to say, the British justice system had the last laugh.