Like a lanky Croat

On the night of the Spurs in HK tram party in August, I made the acquaintance of a fellow fan. He told me his name, I told him mine, and he said "but I'm gonna call you Corluka".

This appears to have stuck, although I don't think I look that much like him.
The trend reached a head on Saturday night as CK and I watched the game at home via a dodgy internet feed (12.30am kickoff, what can I say). The camera goes over to some activity on the Spurs bench.

"Is that you?"
"No, that's Pavlyuchenko. I'm already playing."

See? Even I'm doing it now.