“Nevertheless, on occasion, I had to take a lot of flak,” he said. “Sometimes, I would play 30 or 40 yards in front of my goal, where I was able to intercept 95 per cent of balls coming in.
“It did also, however, lead to my making two mistakes in the Champions League, handing the opposition striker an assist with my head or similar. Moments like that make you look like Mr Bean, and since the English, whether down the pub or in the papers, interpreted every single situation of play as intensely as if it were a passage from the Bible, the exegetes soon delivered their verdict: that keeper was bonkers.