David Batty (part three) ⭑ From A-Z since '92
Older, sterner, but never quite grizzly, Batty was still quiet on the pitch — players dreaded the thump thump thump of his boots — and still taking delight from upending reputations.
Older, sterner, but never quite grizzly, Batty was still quiet on the pitch — players dreaded the thump thump thump of his boots — and still taking delight from upending reputations.
David Beckham went into hiding. Paul Ince locked himself away in the hotel. David Batty, meanwhile, was in the bar, watching a replay on television, cringing at Kevin Keegan confidently predicting he'd score.
David Batty was surprised by his own emotions when saying goodbye to Howard Wilkinson, the authority figure who had spent much of the last five years berating him for one thing or another. Wilko, respecting Batty's obstinance and admiring his talent, didn't actually want him to go.
Häßler starts on the right, facing up Dorigo and taking him inside, until he and Batty are next to each other and there's a hand-off, when Häßler moves the ball onto someone else. One blink later and he's on the left wing.