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Crouch's Stories.

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    Chazz Rheinhold Well-Known Member

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    a few stories from his autobiography. Shows the madness of these young footballing idiots.
    Comes across really well does Pete.

    Roy Keane's death stare saved me from being another plonker in a flash car... I realised I'd become one of those t**ts
    He's one of football's good guys — intelligent, honest, funny, refreshingly self-deprecating. Now PETER CROUCH has written a book that perfectly captures all those qualities, beginning with an excruciating encounter with one of his heroes...

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    Peter Crouch is a columnist for Sportsmail

    I've seen football change over the past 20 years. I've been promoted, relegated, won big trophies, gone months without scoring, played for my country at World Cups, been bought, sold, loaned and called 'a freak'. I think I have a good understanding of how it works: the tactics, the transfers and the nights out, the glory nights, the wild celebrations, the times when you can't score even when you're two yards out and the goalkeeper is lying on his back behind you.

    And so the time feels right to take you inside this world — past the bouncers, round the velvet rope, into the madness and fun and weirdness of life as a footballer...

    I'm 24 years old, I've just been signed by reigning European champions Liverpool — and it has gone to my head. I've bought an Aston Martin and I'm driving round Manchester with the windows down, sunglasses on, elbow resting on the sill, steering with two fingers, speed garage music blasting out of the stereo.

    I don't even like speed garage. I'm not sure I like this car. A little voice keeps telling me an Aston Martin really isn't me but a louder voice is telling me that as an England international playing for Liverpool, the old rules no longer apply. Big voice: Peter, you've never looked cooler. Little voice: Peter, you're a monstrous b*ll-e*d.

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    Peter Crouch was just 24 when he signed for Liverpool, here celebrating against West Brom


    And so I'm cruising around, trying to convince myself I look like Steve McQueen or Daniel Craig, ignoring the old Peter telling me I've become everything I swore I wouldn't, and I pull up at a set of traffic lights and there's Roy Keane in his car right next to me.

    Ah, there's a man who understands my vibe. Fantastic footballer, winner of multiple titles, cups and the Champions League, captain and heartbeat of Manchester United.

    I give him a nod. I give him a wink. I may even point my index finger at him and make a clicking sound at the same time. All of it saying, you and me, eh, Roy? Same game, same level. In it together. Rivals yet friends who just haven't met before. Alright, Roy?

    He looks back at me, disgust on his face. He shakes his head and stares ahead. I'm frozen in my pose, grin slipping off my face, and when the lights change and he drives off without a backward glance I'm left there with the handbrake on and an awful realisation: oh my God, I've become one of those t**ts.

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    Roy Keane is known for being a hard man, he didn't take well to Crouch's flash Aston Martin

    I sold the Aston Martin the next day. A £25,000 hit on it, and I considered myself lucky. All because of Roy Keane — Roy, as my absent conscience, a modern-day footballer's spiritual guide.

    That moment at that set of traffic lights was the best thing that ever happened to me. Had I kept the car I would have hated myself a little bit more every day. I hadn't realised how quickly I had reached Peak Footballer. I see it now with some of the young lads coming through, making the first-team and within a week getting the hat-trick of tattoo sleeve, sports car and Beats headphones.

    You should never get ahead of yourself car-wise; no Merc when you're still in the youth team, no Porsche unless you're a Premier League regular. But it sneaks up on you. That single glance from Roy Keane was a turning point for me; I came crashing back to earth. Thank you, Roy. Maybe he didn't even know it was me. He just thought, there's a t**t. And who could have argued with him?
     
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    Only a player could forget his Porsche
    Jermaine Pennant had been in Stoke for several weeks when he got a call from his previous club, Real Zaragoza, asking if he knew that he'd left his sports car parked outside the city's train station.

    Only a footballer could forget he was missing a Porsche. Particularly one with the registration plate P33NNT. I doubt he caught a train either.

    I once walked out of a nightclub with my team-mates to see our star midfielder reclining across the bonnet of a Ferrari, arms folded, waiting for girls to come out so he could wink at them and then progress it from there.

    I have no idea how long he'd been waiting. I do know it wasn't even his Ferrari. He'd hired it solely so he could park it directly opposite the nightclub front door and lie on it. I have no idea if it worked as he planned.

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    Jermaine Pennant left his Porsche in Spain after spending time at Real Zaragoza
     
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    I must be only one without a tattoo
    Tattoos were supposed to be rebellious. They were supposed to make you look different. Now you're different if you don't have any — they're so popular you don't even notice them. By being everywhere they've almost become invisible. Different, but the same as every other player.

    Almost. I played with a lad at Portsmouth who began by having the words 'Different breed' tattooed inside his bottom lip. He followed that up by having 'Pure guns' tattooed on his biceps, with some tattoo bullet-holes to match.

    Even David Beckham, as responsible as any footballer for this insane craze, has had issues; he got his wife's name done in Sanskrit, except the artist rendered it as 'Vihctoria'.

    Former Villa striker John Carew wanted to make a simple point with his tattoo: 'My life, my rules'. Instead it translates as 'My life, my menstruation'. On his neck! Only in football could this happen.

    Bournemouth's Artur Boruc has a monkey drawn on his stomach with its bottom hole where his belly button is but I'm sure he loves it. Goalkeepers in a nutshell.

    There are many reasons why I have no ink but the greatest involves regret. I look back at past haircuts and my first thought is usually 'What the hell was I doing?' I look back at jeans and trainers I thought were cool and I think, 'What the hell did I think cool was?' Men have beards and then a few years later are very glad they no longer have them. A moustache that looks magnificent at one age looks absolutely appalling shortly afterwards.

    So it is with tattoos. How can you genuinely be confident that you will always like it? If you've got big arms, if you have muscles that ripple, a tattoo in that area draws the eye to it and magnifies the girth and sinew on display, but which part of my body do I actually want to draw attention to? There's not a great deal there to work with. My biceps are not humongous. My pecs... not great. Calves? Not huge... I've got nice hands, I reckon. They're not bad.

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    John Carew has a tattoo on his neck that says: 'My life, my menstruation' instead of 'my rules'

    I could probably get quite a bit of writing down my thigh. It would have to be a short font but the sentence could be a long one. I could get every team I've ever played for down my arm: Spurs, rendered as Tottenham Hotspur; QPR, as Queens Park Rangers; Portsmouth, twice; Aston Villa; Norwich City, with 'loan' in brackets.

    And yet for the modern footballer the tattoo has become a staple. It's as if you can't be a professional player unless you have them.

    One young lad at Stoke had a huge work done when he signed his first pro contract.

    It was him, standing by a wall, holding a football and a pen, his mum and dad next to him, his squad number and the date he signed all there. All mapped out — but what if he doesn't make it? Signing a contract doesn't mean that you will make the first team, stay in the first team or have a career in football. What if he ends up working in a bank? Maybe he'll get a tat of him shaking hands with the bank's HR officer on his stomach.
     
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    The day I rapped on stage with Barnes
    To all those who would say that footballers should never be allowed near a mic, I have two words: John and Barnes. He has still got it, too.

    I saw him a few years ago in Dubai up on stage at an event in a hotel. Everyone else was sitting down. I was staring around in amazement.

    'This is a disgrace! You've got John Barnes up there doing his rap from World In Motion!' There was no way I was going to accept a reaction like that, even if he had been rubbish, and he wasn't. Take it from me, John Barnes is good live.

    So I marched to the front, singing along with him, and then he spots me and invites me up on to the stage, and suddenly the two of us are doing it together. It was a special moment. Since then we've holidayed together. That's what John Barnes and his rap can do.

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    John Barnes and Peter Crouch holiday together after he got up on stage and rapped with him
     
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    The footballer who didn't like football
    Benoit Assou-Ekotto, my former Spurs team-mate, was not only not interested in football, he genuinely didn't like it. At 1.30pm on a Saturday he'd have no idea which team you were playing.

    'But Benoit, we've been talking about them in training all week...' And so to his pre-match meal. Now none of us are adventurous. It's pasta, chicken, no sauce, and has been for the past 20 years. Benoit would turn up with a Tesco's bag containing the same four items every time: a croissant, a hot chocolate, a full-fat Coke and a packet of crisps.

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    Benoit Assou-Ekotto didn't like football, he would eat croissants, crisps and coke before games

    The croissant I understood. He is French-Cameroonian. The hot chocolate: same cultural backstory. He used to dip the first into the second. But the crisps, and the Coke — it was like two discrete lunches, one belonging to a middle-aged Parisian and the other a 12-year-old on the Seven Sisters Road.

    And it worked. He was always in great shape and rarely injured. We accepted it, along with all the other weirdness: the random cars he would turn up to training in, sometimes a Smart car, then a Lamborghini; the way he would refuse to take ice baths for recovery, on the rather basic premise that they were 'too cold'.
     
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    Can you imagine one of our wags working ina hotel abroad to learn the language!!!

    Trying it on with a team-mates girl!
    On signing for Liverpool I stayed at the Hope Street Hotel. On reception was a girl so good-looking I couldn't quite believe she was smiling at me all the time.

    I told the lads in training. 'Honestly, she's beautiful. I think I've got a shout here.' Jamie Carragher called a few other senior players over. 'Tell them again, Crouchie.' So I did. 'She's all over me. I'm on fire.' Carra again, all interest. 'What does she look like?'

    'Amazing. Dark-haired. Spanish-looking. I'm in there.' It turned out she was Xabi Alonso's partner. She was doing a bit of work to practise her language skills. He was nice about it. So was she. Carra less so.

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    Crouch accidentally tried it on with Xabi Alonso's partner when he joined Liverpool
     
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    Fraizer Campbell has no tattoos. That’s one reason why he’s City’s greatest footballer.
     
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    We didn't have to massage Sol's ego
    Sol Campbell used to get a two-hour massage at Portsmouth. He would be flat out until two minutes before training. We had two masseurs. Sol would hog them: the first working one of his enormous legs, the second kneading furiously at the other.

    We'd throw him abuse as we walked past. 'Any chance, Sol?' He'd raise his head briefly and look expressionless. 'When you've got 70 caps for England, come back and talk to me again.'

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    During Crouch's time at Portsmouth he could never get a massage with Sol Campbell around
     
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