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Callum Best had a team in the league for one 10 week season with a load of old school mates and some ex A-League/semi-pros thrown in to try and set him up all the time.
They won all but one of their games and if one of our players hadn't blazed his penalty (for someone going into the area) over the bar with the last kick of the game we would have been the only team to beat them.
He was ok-ish at football, but built like an absolute brick shithouse, I got him sin-binned twice. Annoyingly he wasn't as much of a twat as I expected/wanted him to be.
I've played with an ex Premiership player too (who stopped playing years ago and ended up working in IT). No pace at all but didn't need it. Just sauntered around the pitch knowing exactly where to be and exactly where to pass to.
My dad occasionally trots out the story of playing in a team with Jimi Hendrix's manager every Saturday for a couple of years. Had no idea until he saw his death reported in the paper...