When you're Eric Cantona: footballer extraordinaire; raconteur and actor. Now he's a chanteur...
He chats about his new career to Simon Hattenstone @the Guardian in his inimitable ways and doesn't sound so bad at the microphone: the kind of voice often heard in a sleezy jazz/blues bar in Marseille, a half-smoked Gitanes smouldering to one side beside a glass of Pernod.
It's a pity he's not at Wem-ber-lee today as the Devils Red endeavour to protect their unique treble from the sky-blue demons - runes must be cast over the holy #7, chants incanted, beer decanted unto tall glasses and quaffed in ritual praise of his divine presence, all-pervasive through the hallowed halls of Old Trafford.
Come on you Redssssss!!
He chats about his new career to Simon Hattenstone @the Guardian in his inimitable ways and doesn't sound so bad at the microphone: the kind of voice often heard in a sleezy jazz/blues bar in Marseille, a half-smoked Gitanes smouldering to one side beside a glass of Pernod.
It's a pity he's not at Wem-ber-lee today as the Devils Red endeavour to protect their unique treble from the sky-blue demons - runes must be cast over the holy #7, chants incanted, beer decanted unto tall glasses and quaffed in ritual praise of his divine presence, all-pervasive through the hallowed halls of Old Trafford.
Come on you Redssssss!!
