I was at 3 am in the "tturrut" bar of the old part of my city.
A friend of mine Maria, says, look that guy has the look of Xabi ALonso!.
I ranted "can't be, he was scoring a goal for Liverpool at 4pm"
But I turned back, and bloody hell, Xabi ALonso was there.
After minutes thinking I managed to approach. My friend knew one of his friends and apparently they were celebrating an anual dinner of schoolmates . I approached Xabi. I told him I'm a Liverpool fan, good goal. He said thank you.
I told him "I don't want to bother you, but you must tell me , what is it like to be in the same dressroom of Carra and Gerrard".
He changed his "yet another fan is talking to me and I'm polite" voice , looked somewhere ese finding the words, and he eventually said "Carra is the f*cking owner (puto amo)". Of course, this in Spanish means chief, someone you respect a lot, someone who's in charge.
Answering to this, I told him "well, I'd say you are pretty appreciated in Anfield"
He answered diplomatically "I can't complain" but his face had a smile from one ear to another like saying "I know and I'm happy".
I then finished "well, I won't bother you any more". He said "aupa (cheers) nice to meet you. Have you been in ANfield?"
I answered (full of shame) "no".
He stated "you should, that's another whole different thing". and then I said I will and bye.
I'm 29, a calm computer scientist, but while talking to him I felt like a bloody child, I don't care right now my team has lost. Huzzah!

Sabre