Not Lfc related, but relevant sort of tale. About 10-12 years ago me and a few lads were playing footy outside, dead nice day. One of our mates had the 1997-99 Newcastle home shirt, with the brown-ale sponsor. He'd gotten it from the car boot sale, which was pretty common up here back in those days. The shirt was in pretty good knick and to the naked eye it looked fine. Anyway it was a hot sunny day, and as he went to take a shot with his back to us, the sun caught his shirt and illuminated (kind of) the back of his shirt, and we saw a number 9, which was a bit wierd cause this shirt had no name or number on....or so we thought. So, assuming it was an Alan Shearer shirt, we went in for a closer look....
...It was indeed a number nine, but this was no Alan Shearer shirt....the number read nine, but the name read....CLAIRE. Needless to say we fucking fell about laughing and what had been a good game of headers and volleys degenerated into a tsunami of laughter tears. We called our mate Claire for years and we never did see that shirt again.