Desperate for its daily dose of Sky Sports News lovely Georgie Thompson - who is currently, inexplicably being overlooked in favour of the decidedly less comely Vicky Gomersall - Early Doors turned to Sky's 'Premiership Years' programme yesterday and quickly found itself caught up in the thrills and spills of the 1997/98 season.
'Was it really 10 years ago that Darren Huckerby sliced through the Manchester United defence while playing for Coventry or that Derby were an exciting top-flight team featuring the myriad attacking talents of Paolo Wanchope, Stefano Eranio and Francesco Baiano?' thought ED, as Georgie purred over footage of Bill Clinton blinking in front of the world's hacks and skirting over the precise role of that cigar in his dalliance with Monica Lewinsky.
And that's when it struck ED. Firstly, why would you want to do that with a cigar in the first place? And secondly - and more pertinently - where have all the English journeymen gone?
In next season's Premier League the only genuine home-grown journeyman of note will be Hull City's Dean Windass (pictured), whereas in the 1997/98 season there was Neil Redfearn, Ashley Ward, Steve Claridge, Neil Shipperley, Tony Cottee, Dean Holdsworth, Noel Whelan, Andy Linighan and Kevin Richardson to name but nine.
Granted, a few of the aforementioned players didn't actually become proper journeymen until after they left the clubs they were playing for back then, but which of the current Premier League crop can you imagine hauling their wares around the lower leagues in a desperate bid to eke out every last ounce of their football-playing careers?
The journeyman used to be one of the great sights of English league football, a hulking, mono-paced and occasionally bearded carthorse who inspired equal amounts of admiration for his bottomless reserves of pluck and pity for his complete lack of footballing ability.
In some homes the journeyman assumed a Bogeyman-like role, and many's the time ED was warned to check underneath its bed and behind its curtains in case Mickey Thomas was hiding there waiting to pounce.
Better wages combined with the relative lack of home-grown players and the higher pace of an increasingly athletic game mean the top-flight journeyman is now probably a relic, condemned to wander the lower leagues like a lost soul; clinging to the past, fearful of the future, a one-man testament to what English football used to be.
ED for one will be glad to see the back of him.
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Retro kits are nothing new. Who can forget Manchester United's yellow and green halved Newton Heath tribute of the early 1990s, or the red away shirt that England persist in wearing despite the fact its continued presence in the public eye serves only to highlight the glaring anomaly that is their 1966 World Cup triumph and the depths to which they have plummeted since?
Quite a few Premier League teams will be sporting commemorative kits this season, but not all are particularly well-advised.
Fulham's away shirt is a tribute to the strip they wore in the 1974/75 FA Cup final (which they lost), while Manchester City's red and black-striped away kit is a nod to the glorious side of the late 1960s which won the league, FA Cup and UEFA Cup Winners' Cup in successive seasons from 1968 onwards.
Which begs the question: why would you want to remind your long-suffering supporters about how much better you used to be?
Liverpool have won precisely zero league titles since 1990, but with the pressure on them to do so hanging more heavily around their necks than ever before they've opted to clad themselves in a grey away shirt with red trim almost identical to the one worn by the last Liverpool side to win the league 18 years ago.
Liverpool is a club wreathed in its own past glories more than any other, and the last thing their fans will want to see when yet another league campaign hits the skids amid the usual lame excuses about fixture congestion and lack of spending power is the sight of Gerrard, Carragher, Torres and co skulking around in the shirt worn with such trophy-laden distinction by the likes of John Barnes, Alan Hansen and Ian Rush.
It'll be like a stranger turning up on your doorstep wearing the clothes of a cherished and not-quite-forgotten ex-girlfriend and claiming to be her when you know for a concrete fact it is not.
Mind you, it could be worse. Any away-from-home ineptness from Sunderland and Middlesbrough (and on the basis of last season there's likely to be quite a lot) will be compounded by the fact that both sides will be resplendent in the colours of Internazionale, who are to football in the north-east what caviar is to pork scratchings.
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QUOTE OF THE DAY: "We will look into the facts of what happened. I haven't had a chance to speak to Craig myself. We take such allegations seriously." A West Ham spokesman responds to accusations that Craig Bellamy verbally assaulted a female fan in the Hammers' 5-3 friendly win over Ipswich last night. Good to have him back, isn't it?
TALKING POINT: Yesterday's request for amusing footballer's names spawned some superb responses, including Freddie Crack (g_hine), Raphael Scheidt (kevin1985kane), Bongo Christ (cansofswine) and Argelico F***s (matt_smith2002uk), who once inspired the legendary headline 'Argelico F***s off to Benfica' on this very website.
Today - What is your all-time favourite football kit? Or, what is your all-time least favourite football kit?
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