The game is running out of characters. I've spent the better part of the last two days listening to the Football Ramble's brilliant player profiles, each one a reminder that the beautiful game was once played by men of significance and verve rather than marketed, pampered prima donnas. The profile that my mind keeps returning to is Zizou's. The man who I consider the best to ever play, he was a character of such dynamism and depth that he makes the modern day footballer seem like a pathetic charicature of what they should be; a man of heart, of passion and dignity...
