In terms of crap footballers, I’ll give you Itzik Zohar. 97–98. We didn’t win a home game until about April or May,
There was a home game against Southampton F.C - I think it was Boxing Day. Palace got a penalty near the end of the game - and the home win was in sight.
Now Zohar is a man with the confidence of a prime Zlatan Ibrahimović, and promptly wrestles the ball off Bruce Dyer. Now whilst Itzik has the confidence of a prime Zlatan, he has the touch of a trampoline.
The ball goes down and he starts his "run up". I use the term "run up" loosely - the only thing I’ve ever seen slower than this is Rosie Jones approaching a punchline.
By this point, the entire stadium knows what’s coming. Not hopes. Knows. You can feel it. The inevitability of it. Like watching someone very slowly walk into a glass door.
And then he hits it… if you can call it that. Doesn’t strike it. Doesn’t place it. Just gently passes it to the goalkeeper. And that was us. Didn’t win a home game until April or May. He never played again.
Even in that absolute mess of a season, there was one small mercy. We did at least get to see Matt Jansen. In the 20-odd games he played for us, he looked like he’d been dropped into the wrong team by mistake. Genuinely one of the most gifted players you could watch. Proper footballer.