MICHAEL RICKETTS YESTERDAY
Hang on, hang on. What's this you're saying. Michael Ricketts? MICHAEL RICKETTS?
Well, yes. Michael Ricketts. Alright, I've only ever seen two of our own players being booed by the crowd because they were angling for a move (Mark Fish being the other), but people seem to forget exactly what the aforementioned Mr Ricketts did in his two and a bit years at the club. Leading scorer in all three seasons that he was there, 24 in the first, 15 in the second and 7 in the last, the first Bolton player to play for England since Nat Lofthouse (not that he covered himself in glory), his goals were the reason Bolton had a chance of getting into the Premiership and then staying there. OK, he then believed his own hype, left for the graveyard of mediocre strikers that is Middlesbrough, scored against Bolton on the last day of the season that made the last few minutes slightly nervous (and celebrated a bit too much) and then won a League Cup winners medal against us, albeit for not playing very long. And then that was that. The list of clubs that he has played for since seems like a 21st century version of Frank Worthington, just without the talent. Leeds, Stoke, Burnley, Cardiff, Southend, Preston and Oldham all "enjoyed" his services, until he ended up where he had started, Walsall, from where he has just been released. To the above park bench. And still only 30.
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