A Funny Old Game
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80s/90s/00s footy nostalgia. On a YouTube odyssey for glorious goals & gaffes. Retro football writer.
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Gabriel Batistuta was unstoppable.
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The beginning and the end.

The Baggio era.
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25 years ago today:

England lose 1-0 to Germany in the last international at the old Wembley.

Didi Hamann scores the winner, Gareth Southgate plays centre mid, and Kevin Keegan resigns in the khazi.
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Incredibly, it’s 30 years since Juninho arrived in English football.

The Little Fella was greeted at the Riverside by men wearing sombreros, samba music, before playing some keepy-uppy with gaffer Bryan Robson.

PR in the 90s. Next level.
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24 years ago today:

Sven’s England are trailing in injury time, and World Cup qualification hangs in the balance.

A set piece offers one last hope.

Cue John Motson and a moment of destiny...

💬 “Beckham has virtually played Greece on his own!”
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32 years ago today:

Romario rinses the entire Valladolid defence.

I honestly don’t think this guy is talked about enough. He was unreal.
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PES Unlicensed. The glory years.
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It’s 33 years since Dalian Atkinson did this at Selhurst Park.

So much to love here:

👏 the noise of the crowd as he glides forward
⚽️ the precision of the chip over the keeper
☂️ the umbrella, that glorious umbrella
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It’s Sir Trevor Brooking’s birthday today. You remember him.

KING OF THE STANCHION.
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It’s John Sheridan’s birthday today. You remember him.

Midfielder. Playmaker. And scorer of one of the sauciest set pieces you could ever wish to see.
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A young Gianluca Vialli at Cremonese.

The Tom Hanks Years.
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Roberto Baggio for Milan vs Perugia 29 years ago today.

The Divine Ponytail. Knew his way around a set piece.
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“AND NOW WE GO BACK TO WALFORD, WHERE, INCREDIBLY, THERE’S BEEN A FIFTH GOAL…

… BUT WHICH WAY HAS IT GONE, CHRIS KAMARA?”
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It’s 33 years since The Shamen performed live at Highbury on Monday Night Footbal.

The 90s. What glorious chaos.
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On Francesco Totti’s birthday, a reminder of him being the Final Boss on the futsal court.

When you come at the King, you best not miss…
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On Ricardo Quaresma’s birthday, a reminder of this tremendous trivela vs Belgium.

Filthier than a miner’s shovel.
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Lars Bohinen at White Hart Lane from this week in 1994.

That finish. You’d be lucky to find filth like that on the top shelf at your local newsagent.
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Five years since this tremendous typo.
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It’s Ally McCoist’s birthday today. You remember him.

Goalscorer. Pundit. And what a penalty this was, by the way…
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30 years ago today:

Tony Yeboah uncorks The Finest Thunderbastard In The History Of Thunderbastards.
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Happy Birthday to Ceefax, the first and last place for your breaking football news.

Running home from school and furiously tapping in p302 on the remote, hoping for some transfer gossip.

Then onto p312 for the News in brief.

Good times.
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This week in 1989:

Trevor Francis, at 35 years young, working his magic for QPR at Villa Park.

Goodness gracious me. Have a look at the technique here.

You never lose it, old son.
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Today the Champ Man universe celebrates an icon.

He can’t be reasoned with. He can’t be bargained with. He has no pity, remorse, or fear.

And he absolutely won’t stop until he’s won every trophy, in every league across the world.

Many Happy Returns Maxim Tsigalko.
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On the anniversary of Brian Clough’s passing, a reminder of how Old Big ‘Ead handled pitch invaders...
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Happy Ronny Rosenthal Day everyone.

33 years ago we sat in front of the telly and said:

“Oh deary me. How did he fucking miss that?”