“We’ve not got a clue what this is.”

When we used to go in, the Class of ’92 were all young lads at the time. You’d see them floating around The Cliff in the waiting areas or in their dressing room. Kasper and I would naturally knock about with them a little bit. They’d probably take the p*** out of us and do things to make themselves laugh, but it was good fun, seeing the Nevilles, Scholesy, Becks and Giggsy as kids. Terry Cooke, John O’Kane, Wes, Simon Davies – all the players of that era – it was great to kick about with those lads too.It was such a small training ground, The Cliff, so we’d play with them, have lunch with them, and then, quite often, Lee Sharpe would lob us in the big bath. He took us under his wing, but he was also the joker and loved to chuck us in there when we least expected it.Stuff like that was commonplace. Looking back, it’s crazy, but there was a time when Ryan Giggs was helping me do my homework. I came home with this work to do, and my mum and dad were like:Giggsy was in the area at the time, I think he was at Incey’s, who lived just around the corner, and Dad rang him and asked him to come round and help. He must have been trying to think of somebody young enough to help! Next minute, I’ve got Giggsy looking over my shoulder, helping me with my homework.There were people round at ours a lot of the time. When I was a bit older, around 14 or 15, Becks came round with Victoria and brought me a pair of his Predators, just after he’d signed his deal with adidas. I’ve still got them in the garage somewhere. They had the tongue with the elastic round, and nobody had really seen that before. So I went into school the next day with these Predators, proper ones.Everyone at school was just like: Where the f*** have you got them boots from?!(They were even less happy when I told them that one of the Spice Girls had been in our kitchen the night before!)There were a lot of perks to being my dad’s son. One of them included having the house turned into a film set while he made the Captain’s Log documentary, which I’m sure everybody remembers.We were like the Osbournes for a bit. The producer was called Alistair Mann and he was in our house for bloody ages. He’d be walking about the place with this huge camera – and they were huge back then – and it was mad to be a part of. At the time, no-one had been behind the scenes in a dressing room, for example, so for the fans to get the footage of Sir Alex Ferguson’s team-talks, it must have been unbelievable for them. The viewing figures were phenomenal.They picked the right season to do it, too. The first season of the Premier League.Of course, I remember the Sheffield Wednesday game in particular. My dad had played with Chris Woods, the Sheffield Wednesday goalkeeper, at Norwich, and they always remained quite good friends. His wife, Sarah, was at the game and we were sat next to her. I think there were a few of us, maybe me and his kids too, with my mum on the other side. I remember it being a big game late in the season, the league almost depending on it, and United went 1-0 down but needed to win. I remember it being eerily silent.Dad scores a header. 1-1 with a couple of minutes of normal time left.I remember the elation in the ground. Thank God for that. At least we can take a draw.Then, when he scored another deep into injury time… that was just bedlam. Absolute bedlam.I remember looking down the line at my mum after the second one went in, and she was just stood on her seat going wild. We both were. After the first goal, we were a little reserved because we were mindful that Dad had just scored past Chris and his family were next to us.When the second one went in… nobody gave a s***. We were jumping over Sarah to celebrate!That was an amazing day. The euphoria around that game… Dad’s face was everywhere at the time, which was obviously quite mad for me as a kid. People look back on that game now and see it as the game that started two decades of dominance for United.I vividly remember us clinching the league a few weeks later. Aston Villa against Oldham was on the telly, a couple of the lads were round at our house watching the game. Kasper and I were out in the street playing football and then we knew something must have happened because Mum, Dad, Peter and his wife at the time were all out in the street celebrating.What’s going on?United have won the league!Suddenly the football outside was interrupted. Game over. Before we knew it, there were fans everywhere. We had television crews arriving, all the players were round at ours within a couple of hours and a big party was going off. Kasper and I were sent off to Peter’s house with the babysitter. We were both on his window ledge peering out at my house, trying to see what was going on. Obviously it was a big party, as you might have seen on Captain’s Log, which went on until the early hours of the morning, but me and Kasper were across the street asleep at his! I remember the house the next day was wrecked, and United had a game that night against Blackburn. It’s a good job Alex Ferguson didn’t come to our house that morning because there would have been hell to pay!That’s when the snowball started, winning that league. Once the snowball started, it didn’t stop during Fergie’s time.