Wrexham's talismanic forward, confessed all in his new autobiography, My Wrexham Story.
"Me and Liam [McAlinden] wanted to watch the UFC. We were just about to walk into a hotel with a TV when a security guard stopped us. ‘Private bar,’ he told us, ‘three hundred dollars minimum spend.’ Another reminder that we weren’t in Wrexham now. ‘Watch this,’ I told Liam. I got $40 out and placed it in the bloke’s hand. And so there we were, sat in this high-rollers hang-out.
"The other punters pretty quickly twigged us as being off Welcome to Wrexham and we were having a very nice time, chatting away in our swim shorts, when suddenly we remembered – ‘Shit! We’re meant to be having dinner with Rob and Kaitlin!'"
"We rushed back to the hotel and got changed pronto. But when we walked into the restaurant, nothing could disguise a very obvious fact: we were bladdered and very late. I’ve little memory of that meal – who knows what we ate? – but somehow I still made it to another nightclub, this time where they’d made big cakes in the shape of the National League trophy."