Sir Alex Ferguson yesterday comforted a young fan who had been having nightmares.
The United boss reassured the alarmed child that, were the Reds to sign French ace Frank Ribery and subsequently he and Carlos Tevez were to challenge for the same header, they would not stick together, as their skin only looks like that.
The boy was part of a group of underprivileged African children who had won the chance to visit Old Trafford as part of a Nike contest.
“Don’t worry, laddie,” Ferguson had said, patting the boy on the head. As he did so, the olive he was about to introduce to his dentures waggled free of its cocktail stick.
The seven-year-old Ugandan, Umbebe, trapped the olive on his heel, flipped it on to the back of his neck let it roll along the length of his arms and, launching himself off the ground in a flying rabona, volleyed the anchovy-stuffed fruit back into the astonished gaping cakehole of the Glaswegian knight.
Exactly 54 minutes later in the boy’s home village of Nkwano, excited residents gathered round as a helicopter descended from the skies. Several black-clad men in mirrored, aviator-style sunglasses emerged.
“They didn’t say anything,” said Epakmo, a village elder. “It was most strange. They just walked around, took a few photos, left some bags of sports goods and climbed back into the chopper.”
Meanwhile back at Old Trafford Umbebe’s father, Djabu, on returning from the toilet, couldn’t locate his son. He was told ‘not to worry’, that the boy had just ‘gone for a kickabout with Scholesy’ and would be back soon. Djabu was invited into a car and told Sir Alex had insisted he be given a guided tour of the city.
The car however, only travelled as far as a nearby Mercedes showroom. Did he like ‘the silver one or the black one?’ his companion had asked, pointing at the new S Class.
“But sir, I only have four goats,” Djabu had replied.
“They’re on special offer this month, came the reply. “Two goats and one as a downpayment.”
“In that case, sir,” said a delighted Djabu, “You have a deal!”
Back at Old Trafford, Umbebe, standing in front of a 30ft high Nike banner that had mysteriously appeared, blinked rapidly as the flashbulbs popped.
“Thank you very much, Mr Gill,” he said to his companion, “I am so very happy to be giving my mother this…
“Prada handbag.”
“Prada handbag, sir. She can carry Cassava from market and my baby sister Pekoo sleep in nighttime.”
Meanwhile in Bestie’s Bar beneath the Stretford Stand, Djabu was itchy with excitement:
“Real Sir Bobby Charlton?” he asked yet again. “My Grandfather tell me many things about him. He is one of the fourteen Gods of my tribe.”
Assured that yes, he would be required to shake hands, Dajbu expressed concern that he would first have to wash the ink from his index-finger.
Frank Ribery is 26.
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