It's the sports cars he's written off, the unauthorised visits to women's prisons to see what they are like, the cash gifted to homeless people outside casinos at 2am, the fights with teammates on training grounds, the fight with his bib when he couldn't put it on, the £5,000 in cash found in his backpocket when stopped by the police ("Why are you carrying so much money, sir?" "Because I am rich"), the possibly apocryphal story of taking a truant back to school to meet his bullies, the almost certainly apocryphal story that he is allergic to grass. And on it goes. It's impossible to separate truth from urban myths, and City fans don't care to – preferring to collate all his deeds and misdeeds into a multi-versed tribute that is possibly the longest song in football history, and being extended by the week.