As I boarded the plane I felt the cold air of England lapped softy against my face. I looked back briefly at what was going to be history. Nervously, the hostess escorted me to my seat .Then I looked out of the plane window... And I saw him, twisting and turning in thin air with a broad grin on his face. I edged out of my seat, trying to believe what I was seeing. I tried to ignore him but he wouldn’t turn away and his face seemed so familiar. I knew him from somewhere. But who was he?