When I was playing football in the playground, there was only ever one player I was pretending to be – Robbie Fowler.
He was everything I wanted to be – a local Liverpool lad who was living his dream by scoring important match-winning goals week-in, week-out in front of a Kop that was going wild with delight!
Whenever we needed a goal, Fowler would pop up from the middle of nowhere and knock it in. They weren’t always the most spectacular ones but invariably the ball would drop to his feet, and 9 times out of 10 it would end up in the back of the net – he wasn’t called the ‘most natural finisher’ by the pundits for nothing!
There IS a God – I saw him score in front of the Kop!