This is something I wrote for the Times Online Fanzine Fanzone a while back, I think much of it still holds true. I am still haunted by Wayne Rooney. Even now, sitting in my exile in the rust-belt of the Midwest, his short Everton career boomerangs back into my mind again and again....
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With one minute remaining, an anonymous youngster shuffles on. His smooth cheeks glow an embarrassed vermillion. Fans sigh. The boy touches the ball just twice. He traps the ball dead, and then arcs in under the crossbar like a sleek sunset. A goal? A goal! A Krakatoan eruption. He’s a legend now, not a...
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