Two Uniteds. Two sleeping giants. One enigmatic Frenchman. Magic Spongers welcomes Dan Forman whose parallel universe-centred debut is an absolute belter*
November 1992, Alex Ferguson's office. The phone rings.
"Alex, it's Martin. Listen, Leeds are on the line again. Howard Wilkinson wants to speak to you."
"Did he say what about? It better not be bloody Irwin again."
"No but he's very keen apparently. You're not going to sell him Denis Irwin are you?"
"No chance. But put him through. There's something I've been thinking about asking him anyway...
"Howard, how are you?"
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Friday, 14 October 2011
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