No, it’s not that brilliant Stevie Wonder album that smashed all records, no pun intended, but my old England Under-23 and full international team-mate Mick Channon, who played under as many managers as I did in a rather stormy career – not Mick but me.
Mick was a model professional much like he is a horse trainer!
So, he, like I, would know a very good one wen I came across him, with our first encounter being the only man to win the World Cup with a nation that has toiled and tumbled ever since, thanks to management!
With this in mind I was, as always looking for something in the Post that was positive about yet another disastrous tournament in France, which followed an even worse one in Brazil, yet those at the FA extended the managers contract. Wow, what a way to get a new contract, because in Columbia players get shot for such failures and they are not millionaires.
Former players of my generation don’t impress me both in print or as TV pundits, but the article written about Channon was enthralling, tough, enlightening, something that comes from both experience and being simplistic.
Channon was the only man I knew as a young Chelsea player that ordered a different kind of newspaper than the rest of us, and it was new to me.