I’ll admit it: I want Michael Owen to be the Premier League’s top scorer this season. There, I said it. Then I want him to go to the World Cup with England and win the Golden Shoe/Boot/Whatever FIFA call it now.
It’s a crazy dream, I know, but then a small part of me still clings tenaciously – romantically – to the belief that the Owen of 1998 is not completely dead.
Owen’s career was almost killed by moves to Real Madrid and then the weeping abortion of a club