Twelve years old and football mad. In 1987 there was very little sporting space in my head for anything beyond the goal-scoring antics of Ian Rush, Kenny Dalglish and co.
My Panini sticker albums might not have been entirely completed, and I had rarely got past the subs' bench for the school team, but rest assured, there was nothing more beautiful in the world to me than a well taken goal. That is, until July that year.
