Is where we had our base for The Final. Was a German fella had a steak restaurant there overlooking the bay with only about four tables, two of which were outside, didn’t speak any English, didn’t ask what you wanted, didn’t care either, just pointed for you to sit down and went out the back and cooked four steaks himself - someone else would have done a few chips and a bowl of salad I expect - and then he stood there filling up the doorway and nodding while you nearly fell off your chair as you ate it. I’d have a gaff there if I was on Mo’s money. Ten million you say?