It’s the 23rd of December 2016 and I’m on my works end of term Christmas night out. There’s about a dozen of us squeezed into a couple of tables in the Phoenix and in amongst trying to listen to umpteen conversations at the same time I look up and notice someone sitting across the packed pub. To everyone else in my group it’s just a normal looking guy in his late 50’s. Someone notices me looking across and I’m a bit star struck. “Who’s that Scott?” “That’s John Holt. He’s a Dundee United legend.” “He was a footballer?” “Yeah, he played when we won the league. Great player. Hang on… there’s a photo.” “Are you sure that’s him? Where’s his moustache?” “You should go and ask him for a photo.” “Na, he’s in company.” “Ach go on, I’ll come with you and take the picture.” “I don’t know…” After about half an hour of humming and hawing I worked up the courage to slowly go across the busy pub to ask for a photo. Why was I so nervous? Well basically not wanting to embarrass John. I had