Who was your first-ever favourite player?

[Pegosteve]

Shilts

[Corky]

Scott Taylor.

Scored goals, was a legend really. Then Muzzy and Lennon took over from him as my favourites.

Im loving this Fez

He was a class player. Very underrated in my opinion.

Walshie was my first, then Muzzy and Heskey.

I always admired Neil Lennon and Tony Cottee as well

[Mikey]

Tony Cottee.

[Corky]

Tony Cottee.

Absolutely loved the bloke. Wasn't too happy to see him leave

[Guest]

Mark Wallington, but only because I thought he looked like my dad.

[20mj08]

steve claridge

[Sparky]

Tony Spearing was mine , mainly because i started out as a left back . He was pretty awful in fairness .

Moved on to Walshie not long after

[purpleronnie]

Ian Rush.

[filbertboy]

Mike Stringfellow.....then Mark wallington

[Thracian]

Although my all-time favourite was Davie Gibson, I go right back to 1957 when Arthur Rowley was my first favourite.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/shropshire/content/ar...y_feature.shtml

After that there were another prolific marksman, Derek Hines (117 goals in 317 games)

and that most tricky and quick of goalscoring wingers, Derek Hogg.

[Fosse Boy]

Iwan Roberts, but he broke my heart in the following soul destroying anecdote.

It was the end of the 95/96 season. I was six years old and absolutely delighted to have been to my first ever game at Wembley to see Leicester beat Crystal Palace. What's more, I'd been chosen by the Junior Foxes (kids members group, not sure if they still call them that) to present their player of the year award to Iwan Roberts! I would get to meet him and Filbert Fox! What an exciting prospect! However, that twat McGhee went and signed Iwan for Wolves and the club sent me a letter saying that due to Iwan leaving the club, I would no longer be able to present him with the award. Instead, they said I could have a signed photograph of any player I wanted. Of course, I cried for days on end, not least of all because the all yellow away strip that I'd been given for my sixth birthday the previous year was attracting copious amounts of flies as it was the height of summer. However, I eventually agreed to this compromise and my mum phoned up the club saying that I would like a signed picture of my new hero, Steve Claridge.

What I actually received in the post was not actually a signed photo of Wembley hero Super Steve, but a mere club shop copy with a printed signature at the bottom. Distraught, I threw the photo under my bed and never looked at it again, then continued to sulk for about a week.

Therefore, Iwan Roberts fcuked up my childhood and is responsible for pretty much anything wrong with my life today. The End.

Iwan, YOU BROKE MY HEART!!!

:(

[lavrentis]

Iwan Roberts, but he broke my heart in the following soul destroying anecdote.

It was the end of the 95/96 season. I was six years old and absolutely delighted to have been to my first ever game at Wembley to see Leicester beat Crystal Palace. What's more, I'd been chosen by the Junior Foxes (kids members group, not sure if they still call them that) to present their player of the year award to Iwan Roberts! I would get to meet him and Filbert Fox! What an exciting prospect! However, that twat McGhee went and signed Iwan for Wolves and the club sent me a letter saying that due to Iwan leaving the club, I would no longer be able to present him with the award. Instead, they said I could have a signed photograph of any player I wanted. Of course, I cried for days on end, not least of all because the all yellow away strip that I'd been given for my sixth birthday the previous year was attracting copious amounts of flies as it was the height of summer. However, I eventually agreed to this compromise and my mum phoned up the club saying that I would like a signed picture of my new hero, Steve Claridge.

What I actually received in the post was not actually a signed photo of Wembley hero Super Steve, but a mere club shop copy with a printed signature at the bottom. Distraught, I threw the photo under my bed and never looked at it again, then continued to sulk for about a week.

Therefore, Iwan Roberts fcuked up my childhood and is responsible for pretty much anything wrong with my life today. The End.

Iwan, YOU BROKE MY HEART!!!

:(

That is actually quite sad.

Hard luck.

[Fosse Boy]

That is actually quite sad.

Hard luck.

Thanks for your support, still traumatised to this day...

[Corky]

Thanks for your support, still traumatised to this day...

That is quite a sad story, I loved Iwan as well. Gutted to see him go, but he is idolised where I live also, so I can share my memories of him with my mates (I make it sound like he's dead).

[Uncle Monty]

Iwan Roberts, but he broke my heart in the following soul destroying anecdote.

It was the end of the 95/96 season. I was six years old and absolutely delighted to have been to my first ever game at Wembley to see Leicester beat Crystal Palace. What's more, I'd been chosen by the Junior Foxes (kids members group, not sure if they still call them that) to present their player of the year award to Iwan Roberts! I would get to meet him and Filbert Fox! What an exciting prospect! However, that twat McGhee went and signed Iwan for Wolves and the club sent me a letter saying that due to Iwan leaving the club, I would no longer be able to present him with the award. Instead, they said I could have a signed photograph of any player I wanted. Of course, I cried for days on end, not least of all because the all yellow away strip that I'd been given for my sixth birthday the previous year was attracting copious amounts of flies as it was the height of summer. However, I eventually agreed to this compromise and my mum phoned up the club saying that I would like a signed picture of my new hero, Steve Claridge.

What I actually received in the post was not actually a signed photo of Wembley hero Super Steve, but a mere club shop copy with a printed signature at the bottom. Distraught, I threw the photo under my bed and never looked at it again, then continued to sulk for about a week.

Therefore, Iwan Roberts fcuked up my childhood and is responsible for pretty much anything wrong with my life today. The End.

Iwan, YOU BROKE MY HEART!!!

:(

Sad annecdote man, I'm in Cardiff theyve 'never bloody erd of im boyo'

I reckon my fav first player was Lineker although i never saw him play my father would bang on about him all the time.

[Sooper Steve's shin]

Iwan Roberts, but he broke my heart in the following soul destroying anecdote.

It was the end of the 95/96 season. I was six years old and absolutely delighted to have been to my first ever game at Wembley to see Leicester beat Crystal Palace. What's more, I'd been chosen by the Junior Foxes (kids members group, not sure if they still call them that) to present their player of the year award to Iwan Roberts! I would get to meet him and Filbert Fox! What an exciting prospect! However, that twat McGhee went and signed Iwan for Wolves and the club sent me a letter saying that due to Iwan leaving the club, I would no longer be able to present him with the award. Instead, they said I could have a signed photograph of any player I wanted. Of course, I cried for days on end, not least of all because the all yellow away strip that I'd been given for my sixth birthday the previous year was attracting copious amounts of flies as it was the height of summer. However, I eventually agreed to this compromise and my mum phoned up the club saying that I would like a signed picture of my new hero, Steve Claridge.

What I actually received in the post was not actually a signed photo of Wembley hero Super Steve, but a mere club shop copy with a printed signature at the bottom. Distraught, I threw the photo under my bed and never looked at it again, then continued to sulk for about a week.

Therefore, Iwan Roberts fcuked up my childhood and is responsible for pretty much anything wrong with my life today. The End.

Iwan, YOU BROKE MY HEART!!!

:(

I remember when we used to have hot summers and you couldn't wear anything yellow. Damn global warming - all we get now is rain.

[rico]

keith weller r.i.p.

[Fosse Boy]

I remember when we used to have hot summers and you couldn't wear anything yellow. Damn global warming - all we get now is rain.

Yeah, and for some reason I had a penchant for yellow football shirts as a kid. Can't bloody stand them now, bring back red or white!

[Jack]

Frank Sinclair

And I can remember my Mum would never let me have his name on the back of my shirt because she thought he as shit.

[southcoastfox]

Frank Sinclair

And I can remember my Mum would never let me have his name on the back of my shirt because she thought he as shit.

Frank Worthington and for no particular reason David Nish.

You're all so young. I hate most of you.

I vaguely remember nishy became a milkman and was featured on central or summink delivering daily pintas.

[Bert]

Julian Joakim.

[clazkel]

Apart from Walsh and Izzet my fav players were Steve Thompson and Gary Mills, also liked Lee Philpott (believe it or not)

'and looks for Thompson, and Thompson has equalised, its unbelievable stuff now'. Quality line from a great game, sadly we lost

[boneman]

Mine was Tommy Wright the first. Southend away? Bang, 2-1 in the sun, lovely. Dribbling down the wing next to the white wall in front of the old Main Stand? He never believed in the existence of the humble comb. He probably wasn't even that good but I was only 6 and he ran quicker than everyone else. What a player. It always baffled me as a child that he never went on to bigger and better things. He ran quick! Why weren't Man United interested?

Muzzy Izzet and Steve Guppy, still remember seeing Guppy tear Chelsea apart one day in a white kit...was magic...and he shares my name!

[sdb]

emile, then muzzy. no one since really. maybe hume.

[DB11]

Izzet