The Class of 92 Page #2
Everybody, the lads used to
walk past me going... (BUZZING)
GARY:
I grew up in Bury.Lived in a terraced house opposite a park.
All I remember about being a kid
is playing football,
playing cricket at the cricket club.
And massively about
my dad taking me to United as a kid.
I always remember the first time I went
and I was absolutely mesmerised.
You always thought
next year will be our year.
"We'll win the league. We'll
win the league." We never did.
All I ever wanted to be
was a football player.
And the only club I ever wanted
to play at was United.
And Gary was one of them lads that
when you know him, you love him to death,
he's a great lad, everyone likes him.
And when you don't know him he has
this persona of not being a nice person.
I couldn't stand his
guts when I was younger.
And all I wanted to do was kick him
whenever I played against his local team.
Gary Neville was nowhere near as talented
technically as the other boys.
And he won't mind me saying that.
I always felt as though I had to work
extra all the time.
And just live and eat better
than anybody else.
I've given up on it a little bit now.
I made a conscious decision at 16,
when I left school,
that I couldn't continue to see the friends
that I had been friends at school with,
because I knew full well
I would get drawn into doing things
that 16 to 18-year-old lads did,
and I couldn't do it.
I couldn't do it. I
couldn't have any regrets.
And he wanted to make himself a player.
I didn't make him a player,
he made himself a player.
Eric Harrison was a massive influence
on me. He was just what I needed.
Took absolutely no (BLEEP).
They, probably
the young boys will tell you,
but at the window, I don't know
how that window ever survived.
He would be upstairs at The Cliff
and somebody
would make a mistake and he'd be...
He'd batter on the window
and they wouldn't look up!
They'd be dead scared to look up.
But if they didn't see him at the window,
they knew he was on the way down.
It was funny, it was...
And I'd be in my next door
and I could hear the window battering
and kill myself laughing...
I said, "God help them
when they come in at half-time!"
I remember my wife watching me one day,
because we were going to...
She wanted to go to the Trafford Centre
after a training session.
I got in the car, and she was sat in the
car, she said, "You're a disgrace."
I said, "What do you mean?"
She said, "You wouldn't do that
to your children, would you?"
Eric has grounded them people, and he's put
into 'em morals and "treat people right".
I think that if you're looking at Becks,
probably one of the biggest
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