When Jamie tries to upset you with comments about Everton, just read the following from his autobiography and think " what a fcuking whopper he really is " He thinks he is Tony Soprano the fcuking melt.
When my leg was broken in an horrific tackle by Lucas Neill in September 2003, my mates were ready to hunt him down if I gave the go-ahead.
A few weeks later I received a phone call. “You won’t believe this, Jay. We’re in the Trafford Centre and Lucas Neill is walking straight towards us. What do you reckon?”
Did I really want Neill to take a crack? “There’s only one problem,” added the voice. “Little Davey Thommo is with him.”
That was that. I could hardly let one of my best mates, David Thompson, now a Blackburn player, become a witness to an assault. Besides he’d have recognised the attackers. The impromptu mission was aborted and I sent a text to Thommo telling him Neill should give him a hug of thanks.
As word got back to Blackburn about the near miss, or should that be hit, their coach Terry Darracott, a Scouser, appealed to one of my friends to call the boys off. I agreed.
http://www.thespoiler.co.uk/2008/09/04/carragher-nearly-had-lucas-neill-assaulted/
So if little vulnerable Davey Thommo wasn't there he'd have given the go-ahead for his mates to... what? Kill Lucas Neill? Rape him? Castrate him and bring his scr*t*m back for Jay-Jay to wear as an anklet? Or would it be the case of some scallies in baby blue Lacoste trakkies punching someone in the Trafford Centre when their back's turned and running away?
No matter what, Jay-Jay comes out boss in that story.