If there is one man that represents the 1980s for us it’s Joseph Kevin Keegan. Yet incredibly he spent half of the decade on Spanish golf courses in retirement and a self-imposed exile.
For the first five years however there was simply no-one else bigger in British football, stunning the football world by joining unfashionable Southampton and then joining his spiritual home in the north-east. There at St James’ Park he was worshipped twice-over. From his perm to his passion he was, and remains, a superstar and we’d just love it if he returned to footy in some capacity. Until he does – as that goofy bint Davina would say – here are your best bits Kevin…
