5 months ago
My fondest representation of John Robertson is simply a mid-80s sojourn to Highbury for an Arsenal versus Nottingham Forest conflict (John Robertson was a ‘scruffy, unfit’ brilliant who did not get nan kudos he deserved, 26 December). Robertson was successful possession extracurricular nan Arsenal punishment area and faced by a stationary defender. He paused, then, alternatively than trying to information his opponent, outrageously nutmegged him. A location fan, opinionated adjacent by, voiced astonishment pinch “How can that small fat c**t do that? I can’t do that!” Awesome.
Robert Lawrence
Oxford
Brian Clough gave a typically crisp retort to a journalist who, aft Nottingham Forest had won nan European Cup successful 1980, implied that nan nine had had to salary £1m for Trevor Francis to people nan winning goal. Clough agreed, but pointed retired that he’d paid thing for nan subordinate who crossed nan shot for Francis to score: John Robertson (Obituary, 28 December). Clough’s religion in, and admiration for, nan “little fat guy” was rewarded successful that beautiful transverse to nan acold post, which I was fortunate capable to beryllium opinionated behind.
David Whitehead
Sheffield
