On the pitch with Poyet and in the boardroom with Lord Sugar
When I used to watch John McGinlay play for Bolton he was always a tasty player. When I played against him in a five-a-side tournament in Manchester he was like Messi, Ronaldo & Xavi all rolled into one to me.
A goalscoring dynamo, with seemingly more than two legs - each of which moved like Bruce Lee in a hurry. He was effortlessly brilliant and reminded the rest of us how distinctly average we were.
I had a similar experience this week when I was invited to play in a charity match at Stamford Bridge to raise money for the Cystic Fibrosis Trust.
It was a team of celebs & media types against members of Her Majesty's parliament. I was in a team with the likes of Angus Deayton, Omid Djalili, Darren Campbell, Dalton Grant and Chris Wolstenholme from Muse. It was the normal situation where nobody wanted to play in defence so I said I'd play centre-half. Little did I know that I would be stepping out with Gustavo Poyet as my defensive partner.
The current Brighton manager and former Chelsea and Tottenham midfielder stroked the ball around masterfully in a 6-4 victory. He had been asked to play at the back because last year he scored five goals in the first half before swapping teams for the second and bagging another four!
There was one moment when I thought about berating him for allowing the smallest man on the pitch to score with a header but I held my tongue. He was strolling around at about eight per cent capacity while I, like everyone else, was struggling with lung capacity and general skill issues.
They say that Messi plays the whole game with his head up. The charity's photographer seems to have captured my own take on that (head down, plough on regardless) as I waddle past the Right Honourable Jim Murphy.
A few people have already pointed out the interesting colour combination I went for and the snazzy boots. It was either the green beauties or a pair of Keegan Patrick's with steel studs!
During the quieter moments of the match I chatted to Poyet about his job and the future. It's clear that he loves the challenge of taking Brighton on to another level and despite occasionally being linked with other jobs, I get the feeling it would take a whopper of an offer to persuade him to leave the south coast.
I also went to see the two men leading our celebrity prediction league this week. For the last few months Alastair Campbell and Lord Sugar have been top of the pile so we got them together for a final day prediction head-to-head.
I was impressed to see how seriously they both took it. Both had notes, both had consulted friends in high places and both were keen to outdo the other.
The Lord was 10 minutes late so Mr Campbell sent him a text saying: "Come on, not even George Bush kept me waiting." Sure enough, a moment later, in burst Sugar bellowing: "Are we doing this then?"
Fittingly we filmed it in a boardroom but there was no sign of moody Nick Hewer, Karren Brady or any of this year's hopefuls. Lord Sugar keeps trying to say he doesn't mind if he doesn't win but you don't get to his position without a serious competitive edge.
Here are their predictions. Feel free to put your own down below and I'll try and find a suitable prize for the winner. I'm sure I've got some scotch eggs knocking around at the back of the fridge.
It's been a privilege to work on and we're finishing off with some cracking stuff including Michael Vaughan in conversation with Ryan Giggs. It's on at the earlier time of 11.30 so set those alarms comrades.
You can stick down any questions or comments you have and if you want to follow all the build up on twitter.com/danwalkerbbc