Calgary’s finest footballer, England and Bayern Munich midfielder Owen Hargreaves was booed on to the pitch as he was subbed in late in Saturday’s game. Then Nelson Cuevas went around him like he was a pylon and there were some brays from the crowd when he missed a clearance. Not a good night, and that might be the end of his England career, with manager/protector/sole-admirer-in-all-of-England Sven-Goran Eriksson on the way out.
But it’s not quite unanimous.
“You are from Canada?” said the fellow in the elevator at my Cologne hotel, one of the editors at an India soccer website, also on his way to the game and clearly excited to see my badge and nationality. “Calgary?”
Toronto, I tell him. “Have you been to Calgary?” I ask.
“No. But my favourite footballer is from there.”
“You mean Owen Hargreaves?”
“Yes. I really like him.”
I tell him that I interviewed Hargreaves a couple of months ago, for a story in the Star's World Cup preview section. His eyes widened.
“Really? Can you get me his number?”
Related: Sven-Goran Eriksson's Dear Diary, from The Sunday Times:
Tuesday, Baden-Baden: The press aren’t asking me about Owen. Still fit! Phew! The other players have made him carry some water onto the training field: “That’s your strength, Mountie boy,” said that Neville character.