ERIC CANTONA: The greatest fucking enigma in the English game, an absolute genius on and off the field. The impact this man had on Manchester United, and English football as a whole, cannot be understated.
I'm not going to rave about Eric's footballing brilliance, there is enough evidence of that
here. Instead here's a short collection of musings and memories collected from myself and other United fans a few years ago.
Fighting with the Turkish police on the pitch in Galatasaray
Turning up to training in beaten-up cars and, on occasion, a bike...class!
Twatting a reporter on holiday
Living in
a cave as a kid
Doing
this...and then justifying it with
this!
Scoring away at Elland Road and standing there goading the Leeds fans, arms open, as they were going absolutely fucking livid.
Scoring on his return game at home to Liverpool and celebrating on the net supports.
Climbing the 39 steps at Wembley after winning us the FA Cup, with the scousers spitting all over him. He didn't react, and kept smiling as he wiped the stuff from his face.
Scoring a majestic chip against Sunderland and just standing there arms raised, face expressionless, as every other fucker in the ground went mental.
