Back in in 2002 my dad was very poorly with septicaemia and was in the High Dependency Unit at Salford Royal Hospital. (That's not the funny bit.)
(This is -) I was going to visit him one day and they had glass or perspex lift which only went up one floor. As I was walking toward the entrance, I could see the lift coming down. It was full of men in suits.
I was anxious to get to see my dad - who did recover, by the way - and I remember thinking, Oh good, as soon as I get there, the men will have disembarked.
As I arrived, most of the men had come out of the lift except two. Now, not being a rude person by nature, this didn't come naturally, and all I will say in my defence is that I was a little stressed at our family circumstances.
The men were chatting as if they hadn't realised that the lift had come to a stop. So standing at the door, I said: "Are you getting out, or what?"
One of the men jumped forward, as if startled, "Oh sorry," he said in his very strong Scottish accent. I then realised, much to the other man's amusement that it was none other than Alex Ferguson.