I smuggled myself into the dressing room area, after we beat Huddersfield in the play-offs, by joining Clinton Morrison's little entourage.
By doing this I was able to ask Steve Hunt for his shirt. Unfortunately he had already given his shirt to someone, but, being the fine fellow he is, Hunty took off his shorts and gave them to me.
My cover blown, I was hastily removed from the area by a steward.
Because of this, I find it hard to be too scathing of Clinton Morrison (but he is poor as a pundit).