Rod: The Autobiography (50 page)

Let’s leave this one to the imagination. Mexico, in the eighties.

For some unknown reason, I left my Lamborghini parked inside the studio for nine days, while we recorded. Don’t ask why.

The delectable Kelly Emberg, giving me a little breast time. What a girl!

My gorgeous Ruby, aged four.

A gullible Arnold Stiefel, signing a management contract, 1983. You don’t know what you’re letting yourself in for, mate.

Me with two of Scotland’s football icons: the late, great Tommy Burns of Celtic, and Sir Walter Smith of Glasgow Rangers. No great divide here!

Getting the pitch ready at home in Epping.

Being held aloft by jubilant Scottish fans, after we had defeated the Auld Enemy 2-1 at Wembley, 1977.

The Fram guys celebrate winning the league at our Beverly Hills home.

The Vagabonds on my glorious pitch in Essex, which has seen the likes of Celtic, Liverpool and Newcastle train upon its sumptuous surface.
My good friend Alan Sewell, aka ‘Honest', director of football, is in the back row, far right.

My mate Lionel Conway, founder of the Exiles FC.

The male section of the Stewart clan head off to Glasgow to see Scotland play England, on a private jet in the seventies. The good old days.

Mum and Dad at my house in Spain in the mid eighties. Mum looks like she has seen a shilling on the floor and is distracted. If it wasn’t for them, who knows?

Brothers Bob and Don, sister Mary and me, celebrating Mum and Dad’s millionth wedding anniversary.