Rigobert Song soon learned not to knock Liverpool team mate Jamie Carragher
Published 00:00 03/09/08 By By Jamie Carragher
After I established myself at right-back, our African defender Rigobert Song found himself out of the team and our previously healthy relationship instantly deteriorated.
One morning in training he was told I'd been called into the England squad after performing well at full-back.
There was a look of astonishment on Song's face - a bit like the one we used to give him when he claimed he was only 21.
He might as well have blurted out he thought I wasn't good enough for international football.
He strolled off to his French speaking friends and began talking to them. I could see him pointing towards me while everyone was grinning. It was clear what he was saying and the rage inside me simmered.
Later, Song walked on to the training pitch with a smile on his face. He was limping off it with a grimace an hour later. The first chance I got, I did him. Never have I hunted down a 50-50 tackle with greater appetite.
"You're not f***ing laughing now are you, you soft twat?" I said as he hobbled away.
Did I care he had a knock? No way. I don't remember him or anyone else in the squad for that matter trying to take the piss out of my ability again.
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