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When Dean Windass played against Robbie Savage, Paul Jewell gave him one warning before they had even gone out to warm up.
“Don’t get involved with Savage.”
“I won’t, gaffer.”
Then he went out there and almost straight away Savage started.
“Now then, fatty.”
Windass wanted to batter him before a ball had even been kicked.
Savage didn’t stop there.
“You’re a fat pub player.”
Stuff like that, over and over again.
Leicester battered Bradford 3-0 and Windass never really got near him because he was too busy boiling over.
At one stage he went right over the top of Savage and got booked.
With about 15 minutes left, Jewell had seen enough and hauled him off.
So now Windass was sat on the bench, still raging, while Savage was waving over at him.
After the game Jewell went mad.
“What did I tell you about Savage?”
Windass was in tears of anger.
Then he went down the tunnel and saw Gerry Taggart on his phone.
“Tags, you got a players’ bar?”
“Yeah, just on the right-hand side there.”
“Will Robbie Savage be there?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Why?”
“I’m going to batter him.”
Taggart wasn’t in the mood to back his teammate.
“I’ll come watch.”
So the two of them headed in.
Savage was down at the end of the bar and Windass spot him straight away
Then, as he got closer, Savage started waving at him again.
“You won’t be waving in a minute.”
He got right up to him and Savage said:
“Do you want a pint, mate?”
“You what?”
Then Savage took it one further.
“Have you met my mum and dad?”
Windass looked and there was an older couple there, and now the whole thing had changed because he could hardly lamp Robbie Savage in front of his parents.
So instead he had to stand there and shake hands.
“Hello, Mr and Mrs Savage.”
Savage offered him a drink again.
“No, no, no. I’ve got to get off. All the best. Well played.”
Then Windass walked back to the coach and Taggart delivered the final blow.
“That wasn’t his mum and dad, it was just some random couple.”
“He absolutely done me.”
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