Every football club and its supporters like to nurse a sense of injured innocence, a myth of victimhood which can be trotted out to justify any unsporting act on or
NicknameThe lads call me CJ and that’s what most people now know me as, although when I played football back home in Huddersfield, my mates used to call me ‘Killer’.
It’s a cold, grey February afternoon at Old Trafford, the kind of day when anyone with any sense would be at home with the curtains drawn. Long after his team-mates
NicknameIt was always just Ant or Anton when I was growing up, but for some reason I’ve become known as ‘Lips’ by the boys at West Ham. As a boy
Liverpool and West Ham legend Neil “Razor” Ruddock answers silly questions for FourFourTwo in December 2005. Good afternoon, Raisin.Raisin? Razor.Yeah, Razor. Good afternoon. What colour pants are you wearing today,
It’s a baking hot August afternoon in Athens, and FourFourTwo is feeling ill at ease. August 28, 2005 marks the first day of the new Greek season, and the city’s
The man universally known as ‘Big Sam’ is an intriguing mixture of old-school attitude and cutting-edge modernity. It’s fitting, then, to walk through the Reebok Stadium’s steel-and-glass reception, past rooms
Not all musicians are football fans of convenience. Some, like The Beautiful South (and former Housemartins) lead singer Paul Heaton, understand the various subtleties of following a team home and
Goalkeeper: Neville Southall I was an Evertonian as a kid and I stood behind him many times on the terraces so I couldn’t look beyond Big Nev for my goalkeeper. He
NicknamesNuge… or Shrek, from the time I had the mumps a few months ago. All the lads were giving me stick because of my fat face. I’ve also had to
