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1st September 2023
10:53am BST

That raised a few eyebrows. We didn’t want to judge, but Stephen Ireland didn’t really strike anyone as much of a genius in the kitchen. It seemed unlikely that he would be a gifted chef and just hadn’t thought to mention it.
It was, I would say, pretty high risk that we would all go to his house for dinner and come back with food poisoning. But still we went - we were too intrigued to turn the offer down.
When we got there, he pulled out all of the stops. The food was carefully presented on his finest China, it was all neatly arranged, Marinated chicken, twice cooked chips, and some vegetables.
But like I say, I know chicken, I would go as far to say, I’m a chicken connoisseur and I knew, from the first bite, that this wasn’t some ancient family recipe that was passed down to Stephen from one of his many grandmothers, including a secret blend of herb and spices - I know a Nando’s when I taste one.
And there was no doubt in my mind, that this was a Nando’s. It wasn't even a Peri Peri spice mix that you buy in the supermarket to recreate that recognisable taste from the comfort of your own kitchen, this was takeaway Nando's.
He got the food delivered, taken out of the boxes, served it out on plates, and was now pretending to all of us that he cooked it. Maybe it would have worked if he had invited a different group of players.
Not that we said anything of course. He had gone to school an effort, he seemed so proud of himself. we didn't want to embarrass him. We told him the chicken was great.
It's the sort of thing you would expect from the quirky midfielder, and it shows that even behind all of the flash, and the money, professional footballers just want the approval of their friends more than anything.
To be fair any friend that buys you a Nando's is a good one in our book.
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