Sir Les for QPR was outrageous like, would win the initial header then get onto his own flick-on. The only way we could stop him was to buy him.
Fucking Le Tissier over and over again, no idea why he hated us so much.
Schmeichel in 96. And Crossley of course, made about 20 saves, seemed like half with his fat face goddammit.
Gus Poyet as well. Loathsome prick. Remember the day we played them at home and SBR completely reshuffled the usual formation to move Hughes into midfield to watch Poyet, who obviously scored as we lost.
That semi-final. What a cunt, we'd have won the cup that year I'm certain of it.