Now & Then

Best Robs Banks! When Goalies Get Their Pockets Picked…

by Karl Hofer.

Chelsea’s equalising goal against Cardiff on Saturday – officially credited to Eden Hazard – has caused a storm of controversy with Samuel Eto’o cheekily nicking the ball from goalkeeper David Marshall as he bounced it.

The Cameroon legend cleverly and cleanly whipped the ball away of Marshall’s control as Cardiff’s keeper bounced it inside his area.


Eto’o then received the ball back from Eden Hazard, dallied too long and missed his chance to open his Chelsea account, only for Hazard to mop up and tuck it home, cancelling out Jordon Mutch’s opener for the Welsh side.

The goal is not without precedent, conjuring up memories as it does of the late great George Best and England legend Gordon Banks from an international between Northern Ireland and England at Windsor Park in 1971.

Best, displaying all the cunning and guile that made him the hottest ticket in football, hooked the ball over the World Cup winners head as he prepared to pump it downfield and then headed it into the net to the amazement of the sell-out crowd.

But referee Alistair Mackenzie decided to disallow the effort – even if 1970’s rules are somewhat vague on its legality – and we were all robbed of what was, even by his high standards, one of Best’s most inventive goals (see below).

So there you have it; if you try and rob the goalkeeper of the ball in such fashion and score it will be disallowed.

Not quite…

It was during a top-flight match at the City Ground back in 1990 between Nottingham Forest and Manchester City that Gary Crosby, ducking to nod from the unsuspecting glove of Andy Dibble, won the game for Forest 1-0.

City’s players were furious but the goal was allowed to stand leading to much debate in the media, but the general consensus was that Crosby’s temerity was to be applauded. You can see it for yourself below;

The shot of Andy Dibble looking down at the palm of his now empty glove, the ball long since departed via Crosby’s forehead, is still very funny one!

So it’s fine to steal the ball from an unsuspecting goalkeeper and Eto’o was perfectly within his rights to pick Marshall’s pocket on Saturday.

Not quite…

You see there was another similar incident, between Blackburn and Arsenal in 2003. This time the Artful Dodger was Thierry Henry and the ‘victim’ was Brad Friedel.

As Friedel released the ball to kick it away the Arsenal legend stuck a foot out and stole it from him before tapping it into an empty net. Goal!

Er, no. The referee disallowed the goal as Friedel was deemed to still be in control of the ball and in the process of restarting play when Henry intervened.

You can see Friedel trying to explain that very point to the Frenchman in the video below afterwards. Someone also needs to explain it to the commentator…

So what’s the actual rule then..? Do they take it in turns..?? Will the next occasion be disallowed and the one after given…????

Well FIFA guidelines clearly state that the ball remains in the goalkeeper’s possession while he bounces it.

As a result, Chelsea’s effort should NOT have counted against Cardiff. If not only for that but also for the fact it struck Eto’o on the way in who was laying in an offside position behind the goalkeeper. Note that Eto’o didn’t try and claim it even though at the time he had yet to score for his new club – a sure sign he knew he was offside.

So Malky Mackay and the Bluebird fans (or are they ‘Redbirds’ now?) have every right to be aggrieved with the officiating at Stamford Bridge.


When Football Smoked

by Rob Shepherd.


Bremner in full blaze

There was time when football smoked. But now it seems like a hanging offence for a footballer to puff on a cigarette.

Last week the reaction to paparazzi pictures of Jack Wilshere (aka Ciggy Stardust) having a crafty fag outside a London club as he wound down after Arsenal’s 2-1 Champions League win over Napoli caused palpations in the press.

Shock Horror Soccer Star Smokes: The puritanical wing of The New Media Army that has moved into football were beside themselves with disdain.

Outraged inquisitors demanded a reaction from Wilshere’s Arsenal boss Arsene Wenger who gravely agreed something had to be done.

Wenger revealed he would have some strong words with Wilshire about how much damage he could be doing to his health and what a bad health example he was setting.


The player’s “people” – his PR machine – were suitably alarmed that Wilshere’s shocking act could have a bad knock on effect when it came to enhancing the “brand”.

So they decided to put up a smokescreen and issued a statement.

It read: “Jack was with his team mates and friends. One dared Jack, who does not smoke, to hold the cigarette as a prank. Jack absolutely didn’t smoke the cigarette nor does he condone smoking.

“Jack is utterly committed to fitness and a healthy lifestyle.”

Why do advisers think anything they say should be taken seriously or resemble the truth when they spout such utter piffle..? By protesting so much in such an obviously contrived manner it merely leads one to think they have something to hide.


Ashley in drag

For goodness sake Wilshere was not breaking the law. It WAS tobacco. And despite what some people seem to think he’s not alone. A lot of current players like Ashley Cole or Dimitar Berbatov enjoy a cigarette or indeed cigar when they are away from prying eyes.

And while no-one can argue that smoking cigarettes is actually good for you (although health “experts” used to), down the years it has proven smoking hasn’t necessarily harmed or hindered players during their playing careers.

Indeed some of the greatest players of the past smoked.

Smoking Greats

Many enjoyed the odd fag to calm the nerves before a game or quell the adrenalin afterwards, like Sir Bobby Charlton.

When Charlton played his farewell game for Manchester United at Chelsea in 1973 the London club presented Bobby with a silver cigarette.

Others were serial smokers like Johan Cruyff. Jimmy Greaves, Ossie Ardiles, Socrates – they all smoked.

Many managers would chain smoke through games such as John Lyall or Argentina’s Caesar Luis Menotti.

Some players and managers even smoked a pipe, like Jimmy Hill. In Italy and Spain it was almost a requirement. And to this day many players in Serie A and La Liga will light up after their meals.

Indeed there was a time when, bizarre as it seems now, cigarettes were promoted as something that could be healthy.

So when England’s first knight of the clean cut, Sir Stanley Matthews, was part of an advertising campaign for cigarettes in the 1950’s no-one batted an eyelid.


Smoking and soccer were in many ways inextricably linked. The majority of working class fans on the terraces smoked and would collect photos of their heroes in the form of give away cards in the fag packets – that is if they could afford “straights” rather than roll ups.

It seems incredible now but dressing rooms were often smoke filled, sometimes even before kick-off.

John Osborne, West Bromwich Albion goalkeeper, smoking a cigaret

Goalies smoking was common – until gloves made it impossible to light up!

And our picture shows Billy Bremner enjoying a wind down fag after a game. Or even more amusing is the photo of Leeds colleague Jack Charlton having a puff before a training session (see BOBBY’S ‘Great Shot’ archive).

More amazing still is the sight of West Brom goalkeeper John Osbourne having a lug DURING a game in the Seventies having been given an “oily rag” from a fan standing behind the goal!

Now if a player is caught with a ciggie off the pitch it’s as if he’s gone to pot and his entire career will go up in smoke.

The world really has turned upside down…



Messi or Maradona..? Here’s what the experts think…

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Rob and Glenn agree on what wine to go for

By Rob Shepherd

I had spot of lunch with Glenn Hoddle, Ossie Ardiles and their old Spurs team mate Paul Miller at Planet Hollywood recently.

It’s always great to hear former stars tell tales about the old days and of course how the game compares now to back then. It is what BOBBY is all about.

So with ex-England legend Hoddle and Argentine World Cup winner Ardiles around the table, the BIG question had to to be asked didn’t it..?

Maradona or Messi..?

Hoddle: “Maradona. He did it when defenders were kicking lumps out of you. Amazing player. He won a World Cup on his own…”

Ardiles: “For me Messi. Not just for the way he plays, but how long he has delivered and how he lives his life. Of course Diego was a great player, but really, really great for too short a period. He didn’t live well and sometimes when he turned up to play his condition was bad.”

Paul Miller ordered another bottle of red; Hoddle went for a Rioja, Ossie a Malbec….

Who would you vote for..?

By the way If you haven’t seen it before here is Maradona and Messi going head to head at football-tennis. In the supporting roles  are no less than Carlos Tevez with Messi and Uruguay legend Enzo Francescoli playing with Diego.

The Maine Road Massacre – 23rd September 1989

by Karl Hofer.

The demolition of United by Vincent Kompany and company sets a familiar tone. In recent years derby wins for City, whilst not being a regular occurrence, have often been spectacular; amongst Citys’ nine victories in the last 25 years we’ve had a 6-1, a 5-1 and a couple of 4-1’s.

Here we recall one of those gems – Affectionately referred to as ‘The Maine Road Massacre’ by fans of City, and it took place 24 years ago today;

Manchester City 5-1 Manchester United, 23rd September 1989.

This was the first Manchester derby in three years, and newly promoted City’s fans were at melting point in anticipation . The game was a fairly even one before the players were taken off the pitch because of crowd trouble, emotions were clearly running at their highest.

And when they players returned, it was City that ran riot, with David Oldfield, Trevor Morley and Ian Bishop putting City three up, before Mark Hughes scored a spectacular scissor kick to briefly give United hope of a fightback. Maine Road was already shaking at its very foundations after Oldfield’s second of the game restored the three goal cushion – and then City fan Andy Hinchcliffe added the fifth.

Rising to meet David White’s cross, he dispatched a header past the helpless Jim Leighton to make it five-one in front of the dejected United fans. Seizing the opportunity to install himself as something of a City legend, he then gleefully brandished five fingers at an elated Kippax Stand. Twice.

The star of the day was the Australian-born Oldfield, he had been bought by City boss Mel Machin for a modest £600,000 from Luton Town the previous season. He went on to make barely two dozen appearances before he joined Leicester City in a swap deal for Wayne Clarke, a move set up by Howard Kendall who had since taken over the reins at Maine Road.

What made it all the worse for United was their investment in the quartet of Gary Pallister, Neil Webb, Paul Ince and Mike Phelan who had all arrived in the summer, it made the whole day all the more embarrassing for a team expected to mount a serious title challenge.

Said Ferguson after the game: “Every time somebody looks at me I feel I have betrayed that man. After such a result you feel as if you have to sneak around corners, feel as if you are some kind of criminal.”


Ian Bishop takes the acclaim after making it 3-0

In an interview with The Scotsman years later, Archie Knox, Ferguson’s assistant at the beginning of his time at Old Trafford, recalled the trauma it caused.

“I think Alex said he felt like going home and putting his head in the oven. That’s it. It was a disaster. After games, we were parking our car under the stand and leaving through the laundry and that kind of stuff. There was a bit of that going on. It affected him.

“He says he became a bit of a hermit and, aye, he went into his shell round about that time. We weren’t maybe as close socially as we had been. I was trying to get him out for a drink but he didn’t want to.

No doubt the defeat hurt United, but Sir Alex Ferguson used the pain to good cause. ‘The Maine Road Massacre’ as it became known would be the last time City managed to beat United for 13 years. History indicates that those in doubt of David Moyes’ credentials for the job should bite their tongue for a while longer at least.

United and City would both finish in the bottom half of the table that season, but United won the FA Cup, the first piece of silverware Sir Alex would win with United, but not by any means the last…

David Oldfield, now 42, used to run the reserve and under 18 teams at Peterborough United alongside Darren Ferguson, son of Sir Alex. He is now in charge of the development squad at West Bromich Albion.


Ireland Still in Big Jack’s Shadow

by Rob Shepherd.

As soon as Giovanni Trapattoni departed from his post as Republic of Ireland boss with their 2014 World Cup campaign in tatters, Robbie Keane reflected: “We are only a small country and sometimes people expect too much…”

It’s a point Niall Quinn makes time and again in his autobiography when he looks back on the decision of skipper Roy Keane to walk out during the 2002 World Cup finals because the preparation and facilities weren’t good or modern enough for him.

As it happened after Keane’s departure The Irish adopted traditional stoic values under manager Mick McCarthy to emerge from their group and were only denied a place in the quarter finals by Spain in a penalty shoot-out.

Both Keane and McCarthy are in the betting for the vacant job, although the favourite at the moment is Martin O’Neill who would seem to be suited to cutting Irish cloth accordingly.

Jack Charlton

Big Jack: Built the kind of team spirit Trapattoni could only dream about

It was of course Jack Charlton who first did so, inspiring the talented but underachieving Irish to pull together – to become a sum greater than their parts – and perform well on the big stage.

There are many myths about Big Jack. But he certainly wasn’t as daft as he is often portrayed. He could cut through the crap and make things simple and get the players to respond positively. And after all how can a man smoke as many cigarettes as he did without ever seemingly buying a packet and not have something about him..?

Perhaps no coincidence then that some of his managerial methods really were written on the back of a “fag packet”.

It might sound very old hat, alien even in the age of stats and iPad analysis, but somehow it worked rather well as Quinn reveals in his autobiography.

Ahead of an international in the early 90’s Charlton decided he wanted to give the players a rundown of the opposition.

Quinn recalls: “We are expecting him to produce a clipboard, or at least a copy book or a folded page.

Instead Jack fishes out an old fag packet from his pocket, lays it on the table, flattens it out and looks at intently as if it is written in hieroglyphics. He scratches his head.

We’re biting the backs of our hands to stop ourselves laughing, pulling our tracksuits over our faces. Our sides are hurting, our jaws are aching, some of us can’t breathe…

Jack’s mood is turning dangerous but suddenly with a final squint through his specs, he breaks the code.

“Oh, fuck it. Ah fuck. I’ve wrote their strengths and their weaknesses from one to eleven, but I haven’t wrote which fucking team is which!’

Jack Charlton and Paul McGrath

“Here son, this is your bonus for putting that Baggio fella in yer pocket all game”

He’s killing us. This is too much!

“Listen. There is nowt for it. I’ll do this lot on the left and if I’m wrong and it’s Latvia not Austria, we won’t worry because we have got Latvia in three weeks. It’s not a bloody waste of time now, is it.”

We are in a state of paralysis, tears rolling down our cheeks. We are about to wet ourselves. Undeterred Jack begins reading down through the list on his fag packet.

(Charlton proceeded to run through the team; Goalkeeper: flaps a bit ….right back…classy….and so on until gets to the number 6).

“Six, runs …. Six runs –eh, six runs..?”

Jack scratches his head, shoves the glasses up on his nose and looks again.

“Bloody hell. Either some buggah has made six good runs or the number six runs a round a lot.”

We can’t go on hiding it. There will be fatalities. We explode, everyone of us collapsing off our chairs………Jack is not amused.

“Fuck you lot. I’ve come here to try and help you. Now fuck off out of here the lot you!”

Mike Bassett eat your heart out.

But Quinn concludes: “Team meetings always have the potential for that giddiness, even now. But it was that sense of team all in it together that Jack created that stood us in good stead for so long.”

Indeed at the 1990 World Cup it took penalties for the hosts Italy to knock Ireland out and in 1994 – when England didn’t qualify – they beat Italy before being knocked out by Holland.


Could Keane realistically manage Ireland after all he’s said about the FAI in the past..?

In some aspects the game “has moved on” but in other aspects it has “moved backwards” the mistake can be made of rejecting traditional values, which is one of the reasons Martin O’Neill is seen by many as the ideal candidate.

The fact O’Neill played for Northern Ireland through the Troubles – he played at the 1982 World Cup too – should not be a barrier now. Besides O’Neill was brought up in the North with a family steeped in the roots of GAA more than football.


Extract from “Niall Quinn: The Autobiography” (Full review coming soon at Bobby’s Books)

Odds on next Republic of Ireland boss from William Hill

M O’Neill 5/6
B McDermott 8-1
M McCarthy 10-1
C Hughton 12-1
L Brady 20-1
R Keane 25-1
D O’Leary 25-1


The Legend of King John – Buono Gigante

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When I wrote John Charles autobiography “King John” I noted on the inside cover that it should be required reading for every millionaire footballer around the globe – and every fan of the beautiful game.

It has never been truer as his fellow Welshman Gareth Bale prepares for his world record breaking move from Spurs to Real Madrid.

Worlds apart? Don’t believe it!

The comparisons between the two stretch well beyond the fact they are both of Welsh stock and able to play either in defence or attack.

Il Buono Gigante was, for those as young as or younger than Gareth, one of the world’s greatest ever footballers, ranked right up there with the likes of Pele, Maradona, Best, Ronaldo, Messi.

Don’t take my word for it, Sir Alex Ferguson once picked his best team of all time and had Big John in his side TWICE – at centre half and at centre forward. That was how good he was.

They were different for Bale, often rebuked for going to ground too easily, has a fine collection of yellow cards while John, despite always being in the thick of things at either end of the field, was never once cautioned or sent off despite being the target of some vicious Italian defenders playing the infamous catenaccio in his domestic game while he was literally kicked out of the 1958 World Cup in Sweden, denying us all of the confrontation of Charles versus Pele, something the Brazilian himself has always regretted.

Born in Swansea in 1931 he began his professional career at Leeds United, making his debut at the tender age of 17, before being sold to the mighty Juventus in 1957 where he reigned as King John, the Gentle Giant for five years.

The fee was a stunning £65,000, every bit as eye opening then as is Gareth’s £100 million now.

How good was he? Sir Bobby Robson, in his forward to my book, said: “Incomparable. Masterful in both positions. A staggering talent.”

In Italy he simply became known as Il Re (The King) and such was his standing he rarely bothered to carry even a five lire note in his pocket. Restaurants, tailors, whatever, they were only too pleased to serve the best footballer on the planet for nothing and boast about it afterwards.

Years later when we visited his old haunts and talked to his former team mates he was still welcomed with open arms wherever we went and looked on with awe by young and old alike in the streets.

Thirty four years after he finished playing he was named as the best foreigner ever to play in Serie A ahead of the likes of Maradona, Platini, van Basten and Zidane. That’s how good he was.

Gareth will find it a bit different in Madrid but if he can get off to the same sort of start as John did with Juventus – scoring the winning goal in his first three games in Serie A – he will find that his vast wage can go straight into the bank.

And if he can win three titles as John did with Juve, the world will certainly be his lobster.

If he can achieve all his great talents suggest and still remain gentle, unaffected and himself, he can follow in these giant footsteps.

Michael Parkinson said of Big John: “There should be a statue of John Charles outside every football ground to remind footballers what they can aspire to.”

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King John in action against Arsenal at Highbury

I could go on quoting the good and famous, Italian, Welsh, world citizens all loved John the person and worshipped John the footballer.

Many of them turned up on St. David’s Day, Monday March 1 2004 at the magnificent Leeds Parish Church for the funeral service of John Charles C.B.E.

It was a magnificent send off with the Swansea Male Voice Choir who sang Land of My Fathers, baritone Tayo Aluko singing the Aria: Lascia ch’io pianga, a poem about the legend, written and read by John Toshack, and finally we all sang John’s own choice, Sixteen Tons, his stand up performance whenever he was asked to perform.

It was about a big, silent man named John who laid down his life to save his fellow miners. Sounds like the Gentle Giant.

“King John- John Charles” The autobiography was published by Headline Book Publishing in 2003. ISBN number  0 7553 1208 2.

The latest book from Bob Harris is “The Boxer’s Story”, the Robson Press, an extraordinary true tale of a survivor of the Holocaust.






Palace Are Back! But what happened to ‘The Team of the Eighties’…?

The cover of the compilation CD ‘Cigarettes and Alcohol’ shows Malcolm Allison2001_cigarettes2_cover_big clad in a sheepskin coat and wearing a fedora gesticulating in Churchillian style celebration towards Crystal Palace fans.

The year was 1976.  A new wave of music was about to explode and so too it seemed were Palace. For most of it’s history Palace had been a Cinderella club tucked away in a south London suburb. Suddenly, even though they were still in the third tier, Palace were having a ball, reaching the semi-finals of the FA Cup and beating the might of Leeds and Chelsea on the way. The Cup run had been achieved with an intoxicating mix of flowing football and showbiz bravado.

Manager Allison reveled in playing the intellectual coach by day and playboy by night.

When he spoke of champagne football he meant it – on and off the pitch – famously once celebrating a victory in the dressing with some bubbly, a cigar and glamour actress Fiona Richmond.


Malcolm always liked to play with two up front…

Even though Palace lost in the semi finals to eventual winners Southampton, The Eagles were in flight, moving up to the Second tier.

And when Allison moved on to take over as manager at Manchester City it only seemed to get better as a young player- coach Terry Venables took the helm and lifted Palace into the top flight in season 1978/79.

There was a huge excitement and buzz about the team essentially based on young players who had emerged through the ranks such as Kenny Sansom, Gerry Francis, Jerry Murphy and Dave Swindlehurst. The team produced some exhilarating football and established themselves in mid table of the old First Division.

The feel-good factor was such that Jimmy Greaves dubbed them the ‘Team of the Eighties’. The tag proved to be an Albatross around The Eagles neck.

Venables would soon leave to take over at QPR and Palace were relegated. The club seemed to be blighted by all that ‘Team of the Eighties’ hype.


“As long as we don’t get United in the final we’re laughing Boss!”

But as the Eighties came to and end The Eagles were back competing at the top table with a team better than at the start of the that volatile decade, under another bright young boss Steve Coppell. It was a team spearheaded by a the prolific strike duo of Ian Wright and Mark Bright who took the old second division by storm to win promotion then thrive in the top flight.

And in 1990 the team would stun the might of Liverpool by beating them 4-3 in the FA Cup semi-final to reach their first ever major final.

Alan Pardew, now the manager of Newcastle, recalls: “We had developed a wonderful team spirit with a strong identity and way of playing under Steve Coppell’s guidance.

“Of course much of the focus was on the goals of Wrighty and Brighty but we had a strong midfield that could defend then hit teams on the break with attacking outlet on the wing like John Salako and Eddie McGoldrick to serve the front guys . We were disciplined at the back.

“Mind you it didn’t seem like that when went up to play Anfield in the league early in the season and lost 9-0.

“It was a tribute to our team spirit that not only did we bounce back and survive rather than go straight back down we ended up getting out own back over Liverpool and getting to Wembley. They were great times.”

In that semi final at Villa Park against a Liverpool side, that as it turned out would win what has since proved their LAST title that season, Palace were given little hope. But in a stunning “ding-dong” game Palace would win the game in extra time with Pardew getting the winner.

“I didn’t get many goals so it’s fair to say in terms of context it was my best” said Pardew.

Palace faced Manchester United in the final drawing 3-3 in another dramatic David and Goliath game. United won the replay 1-0 – the first trophy of the Sir Alex Ferguson era.

That is another story as United became the team of the Nineties, the Noughties and the Now.

Finances meant that the Palace side gradually broke up, their players being picked off by bigger clubs.

As the Nineties wore on Palace entered an era of becoming a yo-yo club. Yet despite stretched resources, changes of ownership and a decaying stadium, the club are back in the big time under the guidance of maverick manager Ian Holloway.

Few have given them a chance of surviving especially as they had to sell young star Wilfred Zaha who helped inspire them to promotion via the play offs. But in their opening game they were not disgraced in 1-0 home defeat to Tottenham.

John Salako one of the heroes of that 1990 team says: “It will be very tough of course and I know most see them as favourites to go down, but don’t write Palace off. The most important thing though is for the club to use all the extra money they get this season to establish a new foundation.”

“There is no point spending all the new money on players. I am sure the owners plan will be to try and re-invest the money and redevelop the stadium somehow so whatever happens next season within a few years the club will be in a very strong position.”

Click on the below for some classic Palace clips from the 80’s to the music of The Jam;

La Gola Vita!

Paolo-Di-Canio-managerIt’s no surprise Paolo Di Canio’s appointment as Sunderland manager has courted controversy. Some of the knee-jerk, jigsaw style journalism has of course been ridiculous. If some of Di Canio’s complex political views (so simplistically and erroneously portrayed as bordering on the neo-Nazi) are an impediment to being a football boss in England then why weren’t these issues raised when he was appointed by previous club Swindon Town?

That is another debate. Although one aspect of the reaction to Di Canio taking over from Martin O’Neill is true; It will surely be a roller coaster ride on Wearside.

On pure talent alone Di Canio was one of the most outrageously gifted players of his generation around the globe, yet he never won a single senior international cap for Italy. That was not just due to players such as Roberto Baggio or Ginafranco Zola in front of him in the No. 10 role for the Azzuri but because of a volatile temper that once saw him come to blows with manager Fabio Capello then walk out of Juventus.

Successive national managers didn’t feel they could trust him so Di Canio became surely the best player NEVER to play for Italy. He sought refuge in Britain and amazed with his skill and sometimes appalled with his antics at Celtic,  Sheffield Wednesday, West Ham and Charlton.

Many consider his goal of the season strike for the Hammers against Wimbledon in 1999 as the best ever to be seen in the Premier League.

Paolo Di Canio Volley vs. Wimbledon video

But many Italians will argue he scored an ever better one when scoring a stunning solo effort for Napoli against AC Milan in 1994.

Calcio -Paolo Di Canio Goal (Napoli – Milan 1-0) 1994

To get a better idea of the volatile nature of Di Canio as a player then just listen to his manager when at West Ham, Harry Redknapp, as he lifts the lid on the wild and wonderful world of Paolo Di Canio.

Harry Redknapp tells funny Paolo DiCanio stories