to watch United v Arsenal on my laptop. We also have Wi-Fi on the bus so we often follow the BBC live text updates and some of us get goal alerts on our mobile phones.
Where did you watch the 2008 Champions League final?
We were in Boston. And there’s nothing more infuriating than watching football – or soccer as they call it – with Americans. We were the only ones in this bar who cared about the result. We had a gig that night and we kept delaying our soundcheck so we could watch until the end. When John Terry missed the penalty we went mental – we were knocking chairs over and going insane… but nobody else could understand it.
I was watching at home with my mum and getting more and more frustrated as the match wore on. I remember when Solskjaer scored the winner I ran out of the house and into the street and all the other kids had done the same – it was amazing. Actually, that match was a pivotal moment for me. I remember it was the first time I swore and my mum didn’t get angry at me for it.
When it comes to playing football, who’s the best in the band?
Well, I still play on Saturdays whenever I’m not on tour. In my youth I was a centre-forward, a six-yard-box poacher. But gradually I’ve lost any pace I ever had and my fitness levels are atrocious. Now I’m a centre-half. But I like to think I’ve taken the knowledge I gained from playing up front and can apply it to stopping strikers these days. I try and intimidate my opposite number as much as possible. We always take a ball with us on tour and play whenever possible. In America we have