I think the word truant could have been coined especially for me. I clearly remember the first day I played 'wag' when at Seymour Park School near Old Trafford - that's where you'll find the best football club in the world. While waiting for the magic hour of four o' clock I became very thirsty and drank from a puddle - God knows how many dogs had pissed in it but needs must. It was about 1945 and I got a good arm slapping from the headmistress Miss Buttons. Mum went to the school to complain but I deserved it.
'Find your enemy and shoot him down - everything else is unimportant.'
