"That's it," he [Ferguson] barked. "You've been on it [alcohol] all afternoon. I said you could have a drink, but I didn't expect you to do that." He read us the riot act, ordering everyone to be in their rooms by seven.
Seven o'clock came and went. Eight o'clock. No movement. Then a lot of lads went out, down to a local nightclub and stayed there till about four in the morning.
For some reason, I didn't go.
But Alex got wind of it.
Next thing, he turns up in the club, marches the lads out and makes them walk all the way back to the hotel, maybe a mile and a half at four in the morning.
There were a few of the more senior players among the culprits.
All along the way, he kept saying to them, "[EXPLETIVE], ye're supposed to be the backbone of this team. The ones to lead. And look at ye..."
