NEIL SCOTT gets all nostalgic about the most loved underachievers of all-time

THE thing about memories is they’re always there for you. They sit patiently somewhere around the back of your cerebral cortex until summoned into action on a moment’s whim, to provide a rose-tinted window to a time long gone.
Like many compulsive nostalgists, a great number of my fondest memories are footballrelated. Years are defined by Cup Finals, summers by World Cups. To me, the word ‘panini’ will always evoke the youthful excitement of tearing open a pack of pristine football sti...