When I was about twelve years old, I got to meet Gerry Marsden as he was playing golf at Bromborough GC, where I was a junior member.
My pal and I had been out on the course but called it a day during a biblical rainstorm, and headed back to the ‘spike bar’ where he was sat having lunch with some pals.
While we chatted in his vicinity he overheard that it was my mate’s birthday, so came over, gave him a fiver, wished him a happy birthday and told the bar staff to get us a coke each, on him.
A lovely gesture that I never forgot, although after he left, I did have to quietly ask one of the bar staff who the bloke was who kept referring to the Liverpool FC players by their first names.