The Guardian (h/t
Ritholtz):
Harry Redknapp delights in telling this particular yarn. Last time he
told the story it was on TV show A League of Their Own, at Christmas
last year. "There's a guy next to the dug-out," Harry told the host,
"and he's got West Ham tattooed all over his arms and neck, he's got the
earrings … After two minutes, he started on me." Today, speaking to me
in his third one-on-one interview since taking over as QPR boss, he
slips into storytelling mode.
"'We ain't got that Lee Chapman up
front do we – I ain't coming every week if he's playing,'" says Harry,
doing his impression of Steve. "Half-time I made five substitutions, and
we only had the bare 11 out – I was running out of players. Then we got
another injury, so I said to this guy in the crowd, 'Oi, can you play
as good as you talk?'"
The rest of the tale is hallowed football
folklore. "I slung a leg over the barrier and Harry walked me down the
tunnel," says Steve. "What's your name, son?" Harry asked, sizing up
this apparent hooligan. "I couldn't believe it. Inside the dressing
room, the players were sat down resting at half-time." West Ham were
two-nil up, but the team was carrying injuries. "Then Harry and says,
'Lee you're off; Steve you're on.'"
Even more amazing:
Half an hour previously, he had been sucking on a cigarette in the
away supporters' end, swigging from a bottle, and considering a third
beer. Now he's taken the pass in stride and is in front of goal; City's
veteran keeper Colin Fleet is bearing down on him, palms out, head down.
The summer sun has dropped low beneath the bare trees on the horizon,
painting the entire scene gold and casting long shadows.
"I just
hit it," he says with a shrug. "I hit it like nothing else. Know what I
mean? I belted it." The ball whistled low, past the outstretched hand of
the Oxford goalkeeper, and ran into the bottom corner of the goal.
Steve says he wheeled away in celebration, arms extended, head bent with
disbelief. On the side of the field, Redknapp turned around and looked
briefly to the heavens.
"It was like time stopped still – it was
the greatest moment of my life," says Steve. Somewhere in the crowd,
Bazza and Chunk were losing their minds. Steve Davies had scored on his
West Ham debut.
"After that, I was exhausted. I was on 30
cigarettes a day back then," Steve admits. "I wouldn't condone it. I had
a couple of cigs and a couple of beers in the first half, didn't I?" He
admits his goal was not spectacular: "I'm not gonna butter myself up,
but they all count." And when the full-time whistle blew, West Ham had
won 4–0. Steve walked down the tunnel with the rest of his team-mates,
jubilant.
I don't think there is a fan alive who at some point in their life didn't dream about something like that happening to them. That it actually did happen to somebody is incredible.
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