He got quite a lot of goals for us when playing at left-back - very dangerous from corners. Once he was converted to sweeper (a genius decision), there was no way he was going up for corners as the game would have finished before he'd got back into position.
My top five favourite (as opposed to best) players:
Johnny McBride - flying winger in the Sixties who, when I was five or six, I thought must probably be the fastest man in the world. Maybe he was, but all things considered, probably not. And maybe he was crap, but he's frozen in time at a point when my five or six year old self thought he was great.
Dave Collyer - fabulous goalkeeper who had the misfortune to play in a poor team. The night he was chaired off by the home supporters at Wycombe would be repeated twenty years later by WBA fans carrying Tim Buzaglo, of course. Both of them looked distinctly nervous.
Mark Biggins - had a lot of anonymous games, but in the mood, he was the most gifted non-league player I've ever seen. I remember the game at Windsor where it was 0-0 after ten minutes or so, and the lad who was man-marking him patted his chest to the crowd to say he had Biggo in his pocket. Bad mistake. Biggins completely destroyed him after that, with their manager complaining afterwards that simply winning wasn't enough for some players.
Tim Buzaglo - before the Dowie assault, a diffident footballing genius. He was better on his weaker right foot than most strikers are on their favoured foot.
Kieran Murtagh - controversial choice (or it would be if anyone cared), but in his pomp, slim-line Murtagh was way too good for this level and a joy to watch.