This is true. It was hardly the most glamorous start to my celebrity life. I was due to pick up the award for Young Personality of the Year – Wayne Rooney had won it the year before – and within about an hour of show starting I was stuck in a hotel bathroom behind a door that was completely jammed. My friend was trying to prise it open from the other side with a two-pence piece. He couldn't do it. He called reception and a guy came up with a wrench and he couldn't do it either. Obviously we were laughing at the start but gradually it didn't seem so funny. On top of that, we were already late. I had been playing in a Futures event final in Spain that afternoon. Within seconds of the match finishing – I won – I had to rush for the airport with two huge bags and jumped on a plane. It was a tiny local airport in the north of Spain and the tournament director had to phone to ask them to hold the flight for me. I only just made it and when I got to Heathrow I somehow managed to come out of Terminal 1 instead of 2 where my mum and an old pal, Matt Brown, were waiting for me.
