"The papers in Turin, the kinder ones anyway, have christened me The Eagle. But one reporter wasn't so generous. He likened me, facially, as 'a cross between Charlie Chaplin and Adolf Hitler'! Tracy didn't come out of it too well, either. She had sat in on the press conference, sipping a glass of Coca-Cola. She was shocked to discover that by the time the papers hit the streets she'd been knocking back Campari! A comic-dictator and a dipso...we obviously make a fine couple! Mind, we almost didn't make a couple at all en route to our honeymoon. We'd had a fabulous wedding at my local Catholic church in Flint and reception at the magnificent Ruthin Castle. Ronnie Whelan was my best man - his speech was even worse than mine - and all the lads still in England were there among three hundred guests."