Generally labelled as “a greedy little bastard” by Gills fans these days when our paths cross, but this isn’t about popularity, it’s about ability. The acrimonious nature of his departure (wanting to leave our floundering outfit was understandable, but he joined Brentford for a pittance, blinded by personal terms, when he could have done far better for himself) clouds the fact that during the 1992-94 period he was the only player of any genuine flair at the club. He practically scored all our goals in his final season, few third division defences having an answer when he ran at them with pace and he fed off many an underhit backpass. Favourite moment was probably a last-minute winner at Layer Road, and best goal was undoubtedly a solo effort against Mansfield. Only injury has prevented him from fulfilling his massive potential. He’s still an arse, though.
88 apps, 26 goals