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For the first few years it was like having your dad in charge. He was scary, but comforting, and you couldn't imagine he wasn't infallible.
Then he started to send out teams to commit simple thuggery, and the taste went a bit sour.
I don't mean the taste of your dad. That would be strange and troubling.
And there was something of the Phil Collins' about Blatter. And Robert Vaughans perhaps?
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Good shout, actually. I seem to remember there used to be tales of him going out on the pull in wine bars and clubs and even - God help us - being seen to cut a rug or two with the ladies during his heyday. He was very much the Alan Pardew of his time in this respect.