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16 January 2019

Why Liverpool’s Virgil van Dijk – yes, that’s his real name – reminds me of my late wife Margaret

He is one of nature’s prefects. It’s hard to imagine him as young and daft and foolish, doing really stupid things.

By Hunter Davies

There’s always a taste thrill, a flavour of the month in football, some player we all lavish unadulterated praise on, till he turns out to be not as good as we said, or a tastier mortal comes along. For about half an hour, Arsenal’s Aubameyang had us drooling, with the Guardian slavering all over him for a whole page – which of course turned out to be the weekend in which he was pretty useless and got substituted.

Liverpool’s Mo Salah has been raved about for two years now, but a few chinks have surfaced, clever clogs are now pointing out that he can disappear in games, and he’s not as brutally focused and totally self-confident as, say, Cristiano Ronaldo.

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