My dad is a tough man. Tough but fair. He was the person who got me to support Manchester United as a young boy. He loves United, worships them almost, so when I was old enough to take an interest in football, there was only one option. I fell in love with the club before I can even remember. I loved United, and I loved football, too. I practised every day, kicking the ball up against the wall in the back garden, or doing keep-me-ups, or booting the ball as hard as I could into the fence.
Then, when he got home from work, I would go down to the field around the corner with Dad, which is when the real hard graft would begin.