It was about half an hour after the final whistle at the FA Cup final when I had my exchange with Sir Jim Ratcliffe. He was still in the royal box at Wembley, savouring the win against Manchester City. And I managed to worm my way past security to get close enough to shout at him.
To his credit, he came over and shook my hand, though he said nothing when I implored him: “Don’t sack Ten Hag!”
