Partial to a drink, I understand. It catches up with you eventually.
I was young at the time but I seem to recall him not being that good.
I remember that Ipswich team being quite good, but their two best players were Dutch, as I recall. Although it was a generally good side. Gates, Mariner, Brazil, Beattie, Wark and...errr...Mick Mills.
I remember that Ipswich team being quite good, but their two best players were Dutch, as I recall. Although it was a generally good side. Gates, Mariner, Brazil, Beattie, Wark and...errr...Mick Mills.
And dear old Brian Talbot, of course.
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."
I remember that Ipswich team being quite good, but their two best players were Dutch, as I recall. Although it was a generally good side. Gates, Mariner, Brazil, Beattie, Wark and...errr...Mick Mills.
Ahh, the Ancient Mariner (by the time he joined us). Those were NOT the days.
I remember the world as grey and miserable then. Maybe it is just that horrible corrugated iron at the Clock End etched into my mind.
Why would anyone ever have wanted to stand on the Clock End? I never understood that....
For us, it was the gritty urban grubbiness of it all. We simply didn't get that sort of thing at home and, best of all, I suppose, our parents would've been horrified.
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."