04 Sep 2009

There’s only one….

When I was 11 and slung in a dorm for refusing to conform, this avenging archangel in claret and blue adorned my wall. Frank McAvennie was my first favourite footballer; prolific, aggressive and a dab hand with the dames. To stand at his side was to be a child once more. “One McAvennie, there’s only one McAvennie…”