Lyle Stays on to Share the Love

Goal ace so keen to feel passion.

- Sam Elliott

IT WAS fast approaching 10.45pm on Tuesday night and the size of the challenge of fetching Lyle Taylor to fulfil his media duties had just become apparent.

As he waded through the still rammed, beer-soaked Kingsmeadow main bar, the huddle surrounding AFC Wimbledon’s man of the moment wasn’t going anywhere fast.

An intoxicated Dons fans slipped on a spillage he probably created himself after his group of five delayed our interview even longer with another photo on the stage.

My outstretched arm saved the day. He scuttled off laughing and his friends poked fun. Taylor, clutching a large bottle of champagne given to him 45 minutes earlier for his man-of-the-match performance against MK Dons, watched on wide eyed at the rabble in front of him as he smiled at the state of the supporter on a school night.

Not that he doesn’t know why a few were a little worse for wear. That he totally gets.

It takes another ten minutes to shoehorn the striker away from the selfie-hunters.