On a wall in a plush city centre office, a framed, bright red banner stands out.
‘GARY NEVILLE GROW A PROPER MUZZY OR SHAVE IT OFF YER SCRUFF’, its white letters scream. It is an artefact from the depths of the mighty Kop of Liverpool.
But this is certainly not Anfield. This is the man himself’s Manchester HQ. One of six buildings he owns in a city in which he lives and breathes. The nerve centre from which the former United defender, sans muzzy these days, directs a vast empire.
‘There’s a Scouse lad who works on our podcast,’ he explains, laughing.