Owen Hargreaves ‘tries to do his own version of Michael Owen’s apple story’ live on TNT Sports during Man Utd clash
FOOTBALL fans were left baffled after former Manchester United midfielder Owen Hargreaves began speaking about painting a fence live on TV.
The 42-year-old was commentating on Man Utd's crucial Champions League clash with Bayern Munich for TNT Sports on Tuesday.
However, during the first half he went off on a tangent and began speaking about a time he went to his youth coach's house to paint a fence.
Hargreaves went on to joke that he wasn't good at painting and that he failed to finish it as the weather was too hot.
He then elaborated and revealed that his coach told him to finish before the next game.
Football fans took to social media to react, with one person writing: "It shows how bad Manchester United are when the commentators decided to talk about the time Owen Hargreaves had to paint a fence."
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Another added: "I’m not saying Man Utd v Bayern has been boring but Owen Hargreaves has just told us about the time in his Bayern Munich youth coach made him paint fences. The influence of Mr Miyagi lives on!"
A third wrote: "The only thing I remember happening in the Man United v Bayern game last night was Owen Hargreaves saying he was made to paint fences before games by the Bayern Physio."
While a fourth likened it to Michael Owen's apple story that recently went viral, commenting: "Hargreaves trying to do his own version of Owen’s apple story with this painting fences s*** you haven’t got the juice mate."
Speaking on with Simon Jordan, Owen shared a bizarre story about being "brave" enough to throw apples in the bin at home as a kid.
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The England icon explained: "You know, everything was a challenge. You know I would eat an apple while watching the TV at night.
"The bin would be by the TV, six metres away or whatever. I would just do it.
"I had the bravery to miss and for their to be a stain on the wallpaper and my Mum to absolutely scream at me and send me upstairs.
"I wasn’t cocky at all, but the next day I would do the same and I’ll be ‘bump’ and it’ll go right in the middle and my Dad would give me a nod of approval.
"My Mum would be seething, but couldn’t say anything, because it went in.
"That confidence, that sort of daring, that nod of approval that ‘I don’t want to get b******ed by my Mum here’, but I’m desperate for a little wink, a little nod from my Dad, to say 'here you cocky little, you know’. That’s what I always yearned as a kid."