 You hated Millwall, I don't think you spoke to a Millwall fan in over 50 years, is that clear? No, I didn't. I've got two mates that are Millwall fans now. They're just a little bit younger than me and they're really nice people. But we never got on. It's the same with him. They say the same. I had a phone call from a mate of mine who runs... I'm not sure if it's fear of an house box, you know, a West End boxing club. And he was in a hospital visiting Tiny, who was one of the top people over at Millwall. And he said, I mean, I was a bit with Tiny, he's got a grove in his neck the size of grapefruit. He said, and could you have a word with him? And I thought, what do you say to your enemy? You know what I mean? So I got on the phone to him and I said, look, I'm ever so sorry you are like you are. If there's anything I can do about my will, we've always been enemies and will always will be. But I've got respect for you and I always know you as Tiny, the lion and Millwall. And my mate got back to me and said, he's in tears. And I thought it was all that. And people said to me, why did you say that? Why didn't you say you were a right cunt? I said, no, you can't say that to a man who's dying. You've got to have a bit of respect, you know. And the poor bugger went, you know.