From a piece by Harry Pearson years ago - you can see just whatâs coming, but it made me piss myself nonetheless. And it still does.
"At one time if footballers were not being photographed making a trip down the local coal mine (a tradition sadly abandoned largely because of the closure of the pits, though Arsène Wenger must be tempted after a poor result at Blackburn to make Thierry Henry and Co do a trip to a call centre) they were being snapped with their dogs. By tradition these were usually big and hairy - the canine equivalent of Micky Droy or Trevor Hockey - and named Rocky or Butch.
In the 70s and 80s you could hardly pick up a paper without seeing Kevin Keegan with his arm around a big, fluffy-haired, affectionate mutt with its tongue lolling comically out of one side of its mouth. And if he wasnât with Terry McDermott, then chances are heâd be with his dog."
