The Secret Footballer - What Players Really Think Of Pundits

kitakyushu · 13-05-2012 1:00am

AgileMyth · 13-05-2012 1:09am

G.K. wrote: »

There are several things he might not fit though - I don't think he's moved on deadlien day for instance.

http://www.whoisthesecretfootballer.co.uk/index.php/what-we-know/

http://www.guardian.co.uk/football/2010/feb/01/fulham-nicky-shorey-aston-villa

Paully D · 11-08-2012 11:37am

Another great read today, with plenty of clues. The book seems like it will be a good read:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/football/2012/aug/10/secret-footballer-undercover-premier-league

A few years ago, I seriously considered giving up football. Sometimes, when the games are coming thick and fast, and you don't see your family, you aren't playing wonderfully well and the results are poor, it gets on top of you. I would later come to realise this was depression knocking at the door. But standing in the tunnel before a match against Liverpool at Anfield, I had a brush with something that Marcel Proust describes as "a remembrance of things past". As our coach gave each player a ball, I lifted mine up to my nose and sniffed it. Don't ask me why – I had never done it before as a professional, or since. The ball was brand new and looked so inviting. The smell took me right back to my council estate and the moment when my mum and dad bought me one of my first full-size footballs. It suddenly filled me with all the reasons I'd ever wanted to play the game – it smelled of happy times and familiarity. As the noise outside grew louder and the opening notes of You'll Never Walk Alone made their way through the tunnel, I told myself to keep that moment at the front of my mind for as long as possible.

As a kid, I played football day and night – I used to take a ball to bed with me so that I could do keep-ups as soon as I woke up. Football held the possibility of glory and happiness, and an escape from the mundane life that came with growing up in a small town. I played for the best local teams, the county and district sides, and was known in our area as one of a crop of talented players who were emerging. Around the age of 15 and 16, a few of my team-mates were picked up by professional clubs. It was pretty hard. I didn't feel they were as skilful as me – stronger maybe, and certainly better built at the age of 15, but definitely not as good with the ball. When I finally signed with a team myself (for £500 a week, which was a fortune to me), I set about my new-found career with the overriding feeling that they'd let someone in the door that perhaps they shouldn't have, an outsider into the inner sanctum. That feeling has never left me.

My first impressions were that I'd made a massive mistake. The standard was poor and some of the players were detestable. A few of the senior players would pass the ball at me as hard as they could in an attempt to make me mis-control it. I've since found out this sort of initiation test happens at every level. On Dwight Yorke's first day as a Manchester United player, Roy Keane fired the ball into him deliberately hard. "Welcome to United," Keane said. "Cantona used to kill them."

Thinking back to those days, though, there are many reasons why being a virtual nobody made playing football much more enjoyable. There was little pressure on the club or me to do well, but I was hungry to succeed anyway. The manager expected me to make mistakes, as did the fans, but I always wanted to be perfect and, so long as my performances fell somewhere in the middle, I knew I was doing OK. Very often, though, they were excellent and pretty soon I became a big fish in a small pond.

Once I moved into the Premier League, there was no hiding place. Not from the fans, not from the officials and certainly not from the cameras. The contrast between clubs at the top and the bottom of the ladder is huge. At the lower league club I played for, we had one kit man and one physio, who treated everything with ultrasound because that was the only machine he had. Most of my clubs since have included numerous kit men, physios, masseurs and fitness coaches, working at a training ground with at least five practice pitches, full-time chefs and designated car parking.

Other than the money, one of the main things that stands out in the Premier League, especially at the top clubs, is that a lot of the players are built like cruiserweights. They are solid, the tackles feel stronger and the tussles are that much harder to win. (Antonio Valencia once blocked a clearance of mine and I swear it was like being hit by a car. That's what I remember thinking as several fans helped me out of the stand and back on the pitch.)

Playing Premier League football is a dream come true, but away from the pitch I would happily swap almost everything. Years ago, if I said I played football, people would queue up to talk to me and buy me drinks. Today if I go out to see friends, I have to be on my toes. Everybody seems to be a reporter. If you meet a footballer and he comes across as a rude, arrogant prick, the chances are that he is simply trying not to give anything away. Either that, or you have bumped into Ashley Cole.

My relationship with the fans has been up and down. I've found that people are a lot braver when they are in a group than on their own; for that reason I try to leave the match with someone who happens to be playing well at the time. But there have been times when I have had to put up a physical defence in the face of a backlash from supporters. I remember being cornered in a nightclub by four inebriated meatheads and having to blindly punch my way to the door where I knew the bouncers would be waiting.

Now, I try to avoid nights out with big groups of lads. For years I even managed to skip the Christmas party, until it was announced that we'd be fined if we didn't attend. In five years at one of my clubs, my girlfriend and I had no more than a dozen nights out. Leaving aside the possibility of violence, I don't like getting into conversations because I am hugely paranoid that I am being recorded. I can't even do big crowds at shopping centres because they make me feel anxious (pretty embarrassing, really, although I get enough **** on a Saturday, so the idea of being abused outside Starbucks isn't particularly appealing).

During my career, I have been stitched up for many things. The most bizarre was to do with my supposed addiction to methadone. I first found out that this story was building when a friend in America called to say that "a British guy from one of the red-tops" wanted to ask her what she knew about my dependency on the drug. The background to all this was that I'd had an operation a few weeks before and, as a result, was taking some pretty heavy-duty prescription pain relief. I mentioned this to a journalist and, from there, the Chinese whispers began. My friend didn't say anything, but that didn't stop his newspaper from trying to run a story the very next day suggesting I had overdosed on painkillers.

Footballers are fantastic fodder for the papers. I haven't worked for a club that hasn't had a player caught out by his girlfriend or wife. But there are plenty of footballers' partners who turn a blind eye to indiscretions because they know that the life they enjoy would disappear if they walked out. I know wives who have walked in on their other half when he's in full swing, gone shopping, come home and had his dinner on the table as if nothing had happened. They simply cannot do without a designer wardrobe, two weeks in Dubai and half of Tiffany's every Christmas and birthday, and so look the other way. This amicable agreement becomes a problem only when the media get hold of it. Even then, the general rule is that things are brushed under the carpet as quickly as possible. The exception is when a wife no longer needs the player.

The real question is: what's in it for the player? After all, the risk and reward are completely out of sync. A married player has so much to lose for the sake of five minutes of lust. But it's more than that. There is the bravado. I can sit down with a stunning woman and she'll hang on my every word; I can make the worst jokes and she'll laugh like I'm a standup; I can buy her bottles of champagne and she'll be impressed. In short, a player can have his ego stroked relentlessly, sleep with a beautiful woman at the end of it and, nine times out of 10, he'll get away with it. If, indeed, his wife or girlfriend even cares. Many players have childhood sweethearts who they end up marrying, and many of them will have kids at a young age. When a player begins to earn the big bucks, that's when the temptations really start: and they coincide with the arrival of the Louis Vuitton handbags and the first-class flights to Barbados.

A friend who used to play football with me years ago and has since retired told me a great story from when he was in Dubai at the One & Only resort. He and his wife had checked in at the same time as another player, who is now an England international, and his wife. You all know him, though his wife is probably more famous than him in certain circles. My friend, who, it has to be said, is a handsome bastard, was sunning himself at one end of the swimming pool and he noticed the wife of the other player slip into the water at the far end. After he had caught her eye a couple of times she made a beeline for him. When she was close enough, she wrapped her legs around him. All the while, her husband was asleep on a sun lounger under a shady tree. My friend even brought out his mobile phone to show me a few of the picture messages she'd sent him after their return. Anyone who had taken a picture of the action in the pool would have made a fortune, and made four lives unbearable for a time.

But no footballer who preaches ethics where the media is concerned would be foolish enough to completely regret the influence they have in this country. After all, Sky TV has pumped billions of pounds into football, which in turn has filtered down into our pockets.

The money players earn makes anything a possibility. Over the past few years, Las Vegas has overtaken Marbella as the number one destination for footballers looking to let their hair down. Out there, even our worst behaviour looks sedate. A few seasons ago, I made the pilgrimage with a group of regular revellers and was blown away by the debauchery. By the end of the week, eight players had new tattoos and one player took a local girl back to England and married her in a shotgun wedding.

Halfway through the trip, one of the players said that Lindsay Lohan had invited us to her house in Los Angeles – something that didn't appeal to me. That turned out to be a great decision because on their arrival they quickly realised that she was under house arrest. As one of the lads later told me, "We drove five hours to watch a ****ing movie."

I've been to just about every club and trendy bar worth going to, and I've seen every kind of show. But I've never seen a place quite like TAO in Las Vegas. We took a table that had a $5,000 minimum spend. In Vegas, you absolutely must have a "sorter" – a type of concierge who knows everyone in town, will get you the best seats for shows, clubs, restaurants and pool parties, have helicopters and limos on tap and access to all the women a man could ever need. As we took our seats, "Jess" introduced us to the owners and explained who we were. Five minutes later a parade of drop-dead gorgeous women walked in a line past our table. Each time we saw one we liked we had to tell Jess, who'd seat them at the table.

It was hugely embarrassing for me, but the girls make thousands of dollars a night and I'm not here to judge. Behind us was another table that included some proper stars, among them a Barcelona player. We had a couple more spaces to fill; when a woman who was a complete knockout walked past the table, everyone stood up in unison and yelled, "That one!"

She had not gone unnoticed by the table behind and, when Jess reappeared, we realised we were not quite as important as we thought we were. Jess told us: "The table behind have asked me to tell you that whatever you offer for this girl, they will double it." One of our party, mortally offended at losing the girl to the table behind us, challenged them to a "champagne war". The idea is to send over a bottle of champagne; the other table is then meant to reciprocate, and on it goes until the bill gets too big for one side to pay. If a table keeps playing but cannot afford to pay, they are forced into the ultimate loss of face – they are marched out of the club by security to heckles and wolf whistles.

The final bill? Just short of $130,000, excluding tip, which as Jess explained on the way back to the hotel was nowhere near the record but still a great effort. Those situations can be awkward. I had made it clear that I did not want to participate, but I was only kidding myself. How could I possibly sit at the table and buy my own drinks? That's why I didn't put up any resistance as I checked out and paid my final bill of $14,000, which included some ridiculous overpriced room service and a helicopter trip to the Grand Canyon.

But it has always seemed strange to me that, the higher you go in football and the more you earn, the more you are given for free. When I started playing, we used to have a gold McDonald's card that allowed the holder to walk into any "restaurant" and order a free meal once a day. Today we are inundated with sports drinks, chewing gum and grooming products. When one of our players has a baby, you can't move at the training ground for Harrods hampers and baby clothes. Car dealers are queueing up to lease cars at ridiculous prices, while tailors, mobile phone companies, security firms and property companies are desperate to offer their services.

A friend who was playing for England at the time told me that a property company working on the Palm project in Dubai approached David Beckham with an offer of a villa in return for an endorsement. My friend said Beckham agreed, on condition that every other member of the squad was offered a villa at cost price – about £600,000. Today those villas are worth between £3m and £7m. So far as I know, Trevor Sinclair actually lives in his now. Right place, right time. Good luck to him.

During the boom years of the Premier League, my wife and I had a beautiful detached house with five bedrooms, a games room, a cinema and so many other rooms that I don't think I ever went in all of them. I had a full-sized snooker table that was used at the world championships, as well as a collection of games consoles that sat on a £6,000 custom-made sideboard gathering dust. The house had its own mini-spa, including a hot tub, sauna and twin bath with a built-in TV that sat in its own wet room. Every wall displayed a piece of art, including an etching by Picasso bought at auction through Bonhams. I drove the kids to their £3,000-a-term private school in one of three brand new cars. We holidayed in Barbados and Dubai, and rented villas costing up to £30,000 a week which came with their own butlers and staff. In a really flush year, I'd fly my family and friends out to join us on private jets that were stuffed with champagne.

Today, most of that has gone. A tax bill has all but wiped me out and everything that football bought me has been sold off.

When I played at the top level, I earned tens of thousands of pounds a week. One club I played for made me their record transfer. I have won back-to-back player of the year awards, trophies and played against all the big-name players that the Premier League can offer. But football can go one of two ways: either you embrace every part of it and it becomes your life; or, and this is the case where I am concerned, you rebel against certain parts of it and you end up being consumed by hate, guilt, anger and bitterness.

Depression had always been there, but it took football at the highest level to really bring it to the fore. Once, I could ignore the catcalls from the stands, but it got to the point where I didn't want to take that abuse any more and I'd answer back. I never smiled for pictures with fans, I didn't train if I didn't want to and I didn't bother to make small talk with other players who I didn't have anything in common with. I drank more and I argued with the manager (more than normal).

In my house I had an Eames chair. It wasn't very comfortable but it looked the part. More importantly, it was the first chair I saw when I came home from training. During the worst days, I'd walk through the door, sit down in this chair and there I would stay until bed. I sat in that chair because I knew that once I did, I would not have to get up again to do something I couldn't face.

My wife knew this: she would catch me on the way in at the front door, turn me around and take me into town for lunch or to help her run an errand. I spent the whole time looking at my mobile phone, wishing the seconds would go faster so that I could get back to my chair. I should point out that the TV wasn't on, I didn't have a book, I didn't talk: I just sat there, hour after hour, day after day, dreading going to bed because I knew that the next time I opened my eyes, I'd have to leave the house for training and it would all start again.

Today, aided by 15mg of mirtazapine and 20mg of citalopram every morning, I am a completely different person. I still have bad days, but I don't wake up dreading the day ahead, I don't look out of the training ground window wishing I could be as far away as possible and I don't look at every single task as if it were the equivalent of climbing Everest.

For the record, I never thought I'd be this old. My career has flown by; there have been unbelievable highs and terrible lows. If I'm honest with myself, for about a year I have been drinking very heavily and eating excessively in a pathetic attempt to develop a gut so that they won't pick me any more.

What I will say, though, is that there is no feeling like having tens of thousands of fans singing your name, especially when you have just scored a goal. It feels as if you are floating for a couple of seconds. You don't hear anything the players are shouting in your ear as they try to celebrate with you. It is just a wall of colour for a few seconds as your brain attempts to find a pattern that it understands. When the whistle goes to get the game under way again, it feels as if you can do anything for about a minute afterwards. When I finish playing, that might just turn out to be the one thing I can't replace.

• This is an edited extract from I Am The Secret Footballer: Lifting The Lid On The Beautiful Game, published by Guardian Books on 23 August. To order a copy for £7.99 (rrp £12.99), with free p&p, visit guardianbookshop.co.uk.

Dempsey · 11-08-2012 11:57am

Fascinating Read

MD1990 · 11-08-2012 12:03pm

^^
i wonder who that player is?

cloptrop · 11-08-2012 2:54pm

Im thinking its david james.
I think the handsome bastard footballer he talks about is beckam.
Didnt read full thread though. Could be just a writer preteending to be a footballer.

opr · 11-08-2012 3:08pm

cloptrop wrote: »

Im thinking its david james.
I think the handsome bastard footballer he talks about is beckam.
Didnt read full thread though. Could be just a writer preteending to be a footballer.

He talks about the feeling of scoring goals at length.

Kevin Davies fits lots of the clues but still a few things wouldn't make sense. Still in one of his pieces on the Carroll move he talks about making a big money move which didn't work out. He says in this he was a record transfer at one point and he won back to back POTY awards, involved in deadline transfer, relegation which all fit Davies.

Opr

Francie Barrett · 11-08-2012 4:45pm

I don't think it's a goalkeeper, I don't remember any of them being tackled so hard that they were knocked out over the stands.

MrStuffins · 11-08-2012 4:48pm

Does anyone think it might actually be multiple footballers all writing under the name The Secret Footballer?

TerryTibbs! · 11-08-2012 7:09pm

It's Kevin Davies.

He was always on twitter and now rarely is after talking with Barry glendenning of the guardian on there. Obviously he got a job offer.

d.anthony · 13-08-2012 1:04am

Lee Hendrie?

leggo · 13-08-2012 1:40am

Love the columns, but I'd say a lot of the little details he throws in are deliberately false or exaggerated to throw people off. He would be easily identifiable from a lot of the stories he writes about (players could cross-reference who was on the Vegas trip with another story or two, for example. It wouldn't be difficult) and can make claims/remarks that could upset or get some people into trouble people (sure he's hinting at Victoria Beckham or Colleen Rooney - the only two I can really think of that tick the boxes - having a blatant affair with another footballer there). So it could leak out easily if we took his every word for gospel and, I can only imagine, he'd face an absolute ****storm.

kryogen · 13-08-2012 2:36am

If Jamie O Hara holidays in Dubai the missus has to be a candidate for the wife who is probably better known in certain circles

Liam O · 13-08-2012 2:39am

kryogen wrote: »

If Jamie O Hara holidays in Dubai the missus has to be a candidate for the wife who is probably better known in certain circles

not an England international though...

kryogen · 13-08-2012 2:46am

Liam O wrote: »

not an England international though...

I know, just couldn't resist really

kryogen · 13-08-2012 2:49am

By the by, hasn't the writer alluded to past involvement in international football which would make it pretty unlikely to be Davies?

A possible candidate is Kevin Philips, or maybe Danny Murphy? good blog article on it somewhere

Neil3030 · 13-08-2012 3:41am

I maintain it's not a player at all. Just too convenient that the Guardian should find a player who writes well and holds the kind of opinions that fit perfectly with their agenda on modern football, i.e., issues such as player vacuity, homophobia, etc. In my mind, he is the well spoken, progressive footballer that the Guardian dearly wishes existed, but sadly doesn't.

kryogen · 13-08-2012 3:43am

Could genuinely be Danny Murphy though, plenty to support the theory there and he is pretty well spoken tbf

Either way, it does make for quite a good read

13-08-2012 3:45am

MrStuffins wrote: »

Does anyone think it might actually be multiple footballers all writing under the name The Secret Footballer?

Has to be. I would've thought they'd at least edit the different contributions to make it seem like one person but the bits I've read so far read like 3 different people.

PhlegmyMoses · 13-08-2012 7:22am

Neil3030 wrote: »

I maintain it's not a player at all. Just too convenient that the Guardian should find a player who writes well and holds the kind of opinions that fit perfectly with their agenda on modern football, i.e., issues such as player vacuity, homophobia, etc. In my mind, he is the well spoken, progressive footballer that the Guardian dearly wishes existed, but sadly doesn't.

This is quite unfair. There are probably around 500 pro footballers in the PL any given year. Quite a few have had degrees and a high enough level of education. This will continue to grow with players staying on to do A Levels etc. By weight of numbers, there surely has to be a few who hold similar views to that of the Guardian readership.

~Rebel~ · 13-08-2012 7:53am

I suspect there's a ghost writer who has spoken to multiple players, done interviews, probed on different topics, and then writes the different articles, each one on a specific player.

QikBax · 13-08-2012 8:07am

It's not Danny Murphy. There was an article about relegation and I'm pretty sure he has never been relegated.

Davies is a good shout

Lord TSC · 13-08-2012 8:46am

Re:The more famous wife... Maybe Defoe and Alexandra Burke?

Jax Teller · 13-08-2012 8:50am

Could it be Scott Parker ?

Liam O · 13-08-2012 9:17am

Coletrickle88 wrote: »

Could it be Scott Parker ?

was thinking this until he said he played at lower levels.

gimli2112 · 13-08-2012 9:27am

Great, now I can't decide who I hate more footballers or pundits?
Read a good few autobiographies and even the players I like come across as complete tossers. The only one I had any respect for after reading their book was Paul McGrath.

homerjay2005 · 13-08-2012 9:30am

Neil3030 wrote: »

I maintain it's not a player at all. Just too convenient that the Guardian should find a player who writes well and holds the kind of opinions that fit perfectly with their agenda on modern football, i.e., issues such as player vacuity, homophobia, etc. In my mind, he is the well spoken, progressive footballer that the Guardian dearly wishes existed, but sadly doesn't.

it is quite likely that the player gives an interview weekly and somebody at the paper ghosts writes it. i know that happens in alot of columns written by former players.

MrStuffins · 13-08-2012 7:13pm

kryogen wrote: »

If Jamie O Hara holidays in Dubai the missus has to be a candidate for the wife who is probably better known in certain circles

I was thinking Peter Crouch?

CSF · 13-08-2012 7:20pm

Neil3030 wrote: »

I maintain it's not a player at all. Just too convenient that the Guardian should find a player who writes well and holds the kind of opinions that fit perfectly with their agenda on modern football, i.e., issues such as player vacuity, homophobia, etc. In my mind, he is the well spoken, progressive footballer that the Guardian dearly wishes existed, but sadly doesn't.

That was my thinking too. Not exactly with the specifics but the fact that its not a real player anyway.

tim_holsters · 13-08-2012 7:26pm

The Guardian has not made this guy up. I mean the Guardian, come on.

greendom · 13-08-2012 7:38pm

Neil3030 wrote: »

I maintain it's not a player at all. Just too convenient that the Guardian should find a player who writes well and holds the kind of opinions that fit perfectly with their agenda on modern football, i.e., issues such as player vacuity, homophobia, etc. In my mind, he is the well spoken, progressive footballer that the Guardian dearly wishes existed, but sadly doesn't.

And they would happily push the lie so far that they would allow the secret footballer to publish a book. I'm sure the Guardian wouldn't be so deceitful. It is interesting though that they found a player who matches their agenda so well.

Coming next, The Sun's secret footballer who lays at least one different woman every night and has wasted his fortune on drink and gambling

tim_holsters · 13-08-2012 8:02pm

greendom wrote: »

And they would happily push the lie so far that they would allow the secret footballer to publish a book. I'm sure the Guardian wouldn't be so deceitful. It is interesting though that they found a player who matches their agenda so well.

Coming next, The Sun's secret footballer who lays at least one different woman every night and has wasted his fortune on drink and gambling

There's enough biographies about this guy already out there.

Neil3030 · 16-08-2012 6:26pm

PhlegmyMoses wrote: »

This is quite unfair. There are probably around 500 pro footballers in the PL any given year. Quite a few have had degrees and a high enough level of education. This will continue to grow with players staying on to do A Levels etc. By weight of numbers, there surely has to be a few who hold similar views to that of the Guardian readership.

Certainly, the sample is big enough to allow for the possibility, you are right. Though I'd say the further up the ladder you go, in terms of player ability, the less likely you'll find someone with the necessary skills and appropriate opinions to be the secret footballer. Maybe I am being unfair, but it's my hunch at any rate.

~Rebel~ wrote: »

I suspect there's a ghost writer who has spoken to multiple players, done interviews, probed on different topics, and then writes the different articles, each one on a specific player.

Quite likely this, indeed.

homerjay2005 wrote: »

it is quite likely that the player gives an interview weekly and somebody at the paper ghosts writes it. i know that happens in alot of columns written by former players.

Very true. I actually know a guy who ghosts a pretty popular columnist's articles for him each week.

HalloweenJack · 16-08-2012 9:11pm

opr wrote: »

He talks about the feeling of scoring goals at length.

Kevin Davies fits lots of the clues but still a few things wouldn't make sense. Still in one of his pieces on the Carroll move he talks about making a big money move which didn't work out. He says in this he was a record transfer at one point and he won back to back POTY awards, involved in deadline transfer, relegation which all fit Davies.

Opr

Could it be James Beattie?

He was Sheffield United's record signing in 2007. His move to Everton (big money for them) didn't really work out. Also has experience of relegation battles and lower league football. Some of the other things in his last piece made me think of him, too. A former international, not sure about the POTY or deadline day transfers, though.

EDIT: Just saw that his move to Everton was their record signing at the time.

frisbeeface · 16-08-2012 10:07pm

David James pretty much writes to the Guardian agenda too, doesn't he? So not too surprising that they could find another player who writes well and has similar views.

I reckon there's a good few red herrings thrown in there. Has to be otherwise it would be easily figured out by people more 'in the know'. Even something as simple as saying Dubai when it happened in Monaco would make it much more difficult to pin details down.

stesaurus · 16-08-2012 10:39pm

Have the book ordered, should be a good read.

It's Dave Kitson

MrStuffins · 17-08-2012 8:26am

s.welstead wrote: »

Have the book ordered, should be a good read.

It's Dave Kitson

Did Dave Kitson play for England?

iregk · 17-08-2012 8:44am

Did James Beatie, Kevin Davies and Dave Kitson play under Harry?

In one of his previous articles about a year ago he talks about Harry being the manager.

stesaurus · 17-08-2012 8:47am

MrStuffins wrote: »

Did Dave Kitson play for England?

Nope, why?

iregk · 17-08-2012 8:49am

s.welstead wrote: »

Nope, why?

Because TSF talks about playing for england and the international setup/training camps...

stesaurus · 17-08-2012 9:01am

iregk wrote: »

Because TSF talks about playing for england and the international setup/training camps...

Link?

I never read that one. I know he's mentioned about other players playing for England etc.

TheDoc · 17-08-2012 10:44am

He also talks about making a big money signing to a PL club, and regularly comments on how he was the top player.

None of the people mentioned fit that bill, unless he has a SHOCKING ego.

Flincher · 17-08-2012 11:00am

http://www.whoisthesecretfootballer.co.uk/index.php/what-we-know/

Dave Kitson seems to fit a few of those. He played in the lower leagues, he would have played for a newly promoted team (Reading) and been involved in a relegation battle. He was also Stoke's record signing, and he was involved in a deadline deal when he went to Portsmouth.

tetsujin1979 · 17-08-2012 1:49pm

~Rebel~ wrote: »

I suspect there's a ghost writer who has spoken to multiple players, done interviews, probed on different topics, and then writes the different articles, each one on a specific player.

If that were the case (and it quite possibly is) I would have picked Teddy Sheringham based on the most recent article

Xavi6 · 30-08-2012 2:09pm

Got a review copy in the post today, looking forward to reading it.

Paully D · 30-08-2012 2:27pm

Xavi6 wrote: »

Got a review copy in the post today, looking forward to reading it.

Have it myself but haven't started reading it yet. A few people I know have read it and say it's very good.

leggo · 30-08-2012 2:59pm

Got it last night, it's dirt cheap on the Kindle Store I couldn't believe it. Hope to get through it over the weekend.

wandatowell · 30-08-2012 3:16pm

For that money it would be a shame not to pick it up. Cheers for the heads up. Got a nice little train journey from Cork to Dublin tomorrow morning and this bad boy is gonna get hit hard yo

wandatowell · 04-09-2012 3:52pm

Book was good. Turned into a bit if an autobiography when i was expecting more of a general behind the scenes look into the football world.

For 5 quid its hard to complain about

Mikeyt086 · 04-09-2012 4:01pm

Flincher wrote: »

http://www.whoisthesecretfootballer.co.uk/index.php/what-we-know/

Dave Kitson seems to fit a few of those. He played in the lower leagues, he would have played for a newly promoted team (Reading) and been involved in a relegation battle. He was also Stoke's record signing, and he was involved in a deadline deal when he went to Portsmouth.

The thing that did it for me was when I read the "secret footballer" say when talking about Antonio Valencia "He blocked my clearance once and it felt like I had been hit by a car."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ejw2n5bv_lo

He ticks a lot of the boxes. In fact he may have been at Pompey when Harry was there for those wondering about that? England could have been at U-21's or maybe he was brought in to train with the squad? But that video above was enough for me. Don't know how I would feel reading the book now with the idea that it was Dave Kitson's autobiography.

The Secret Footballer - What Players Really Think Of Pundits

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