Rooney cracked on to Daily Mirror's own showbiz girl

It was the invitation to the showbiz bash of the year - a Christmas party thrown by Manchester United where the Premiership’s finest turned into party animals.

And with plenty of mistletoe around and a strict ban on WAGS, the last thing Wayne Rooney was thinking of was Coleen at home.

I was chatting away to my best pal on a sofa, when all of a sudden he perched on the arm of the sofa beside me and began his repertoire of cheesy chat up lines.

He smiled and asked: “What’s your name girls?” We both replied “Sarah.”

Putting out his hand he planted a kiss on my cheek and said: “Hi, I’m Wayne.”

He seemed polite enough and with zero ego too he carried on and asked how we met.

When I explained we’d met at university, he raised his eyebrows and said: “I bet you two were naughty together at uni.

“Did you do threesomes? You know two girls and a lad?” We shook our heads and he laughed.

He didn’t waste his time.

Rooney continued his comic turn, strumming a pretend guitar and saying: “You can call me Justin Timberlake. I’m dressed like him tonight.”

Then he joked “You can be Beyonce” as he pulled me in close for a cheeky dance while rapping Timberlake and Timbaland’s hit Give It To Me.

I was among the first of the girls to arrive - lining up alongside one-time Miss Manchester Louise Cliffe, ex-Hollyoaks actresses and a posse of 100 stunning hand-picked shop girls.

It was clear from start that the players were in the party spirit. Rooney, Rio Ferdinand, Ryan Giggs and team-mates Owen Hargreaves, Gary Neville, Paul Scholes, Carlos Tevez, Edwin Van der Sar, Louis Saha, Nani, Anderson, Wes Brown, and Chris Eagles were all on top form at the December 2007 bash.

Some of the players were soon singing terrace chants at the tops of their voices and leaping on chairs at the luxury Great John Street Hotel.

And as the DJ spun more Hip Hop songs, Ferdinand, Hargreaves, Anderson and John O’Shea began grabbing dance partners.

Wayne came to me to dance again, before asking me to meet him in the bathroom.

I didn’t but five minutes later a security guard tapped me on the shoulder and said: “Wayne’s waiting for you in the bathroom.”

I nervously laughed it off and continued dancing with my pal.

But another five minutes later the same guard returned and said: “Wayne has asked me to take you over to him.”

After sending him away, telling him I was fine where I was on the dancefloor, I thought Wayne would have given up and moved on.

But Rooney came back a few minutes later, put his arm around my waist, and said: “What happened to you? I was waiting for you in the bathroom,” before gesturing toward the door.

Embarrassed for him - and myself - I said: “Don’t you know that everyone is looking, Wayne. Let’s just dance.”

He shrugged, and when he realised I wasn’t budging he just continued making shapes on the dancefloor, leaving us in hysterics.