The 1990s might not seem like a footballing era worth celebrating. From the advent of Sky’s ‘whole new ball game’ to the milestone of the Bosman, this was the age when the game became awash with money – when the playing field became seriously skewed, the gap between football’s haves and have nots became a chasm and player (and agent) power really came into its own.
Yet it’s a decade I still have great affection for. The football of the 90s was the football I grew up watching, and holds so many fine, defining memories. It was the era of Gazza’s tears. Penalty misses from Waddle to Southgate to Batty. The Barcelona “dream team”. Romario. Cantona. Kinkladze. Ali Dia. Jimmy Glass. The cup final was still just about special. Channel Four and James Richardson gave us a window in to Serie A at its very peak. “New Maradonas” popped up everywhere, from Beunos Aires to the Carpathians, while the real deal set about systematically disgracing his glorious legacy. Seagulls followed trawlers, football briefly came home, and did we not like that? We did. Sometimes.
This blog is dedicated to 90s football – the players, the managers, the games, the culture, and the stories. There’s no real rhyme or reason or pattern to it – I’ll just be blogging on the stories that interested me and made me want to dig a little deeper – be they well-known or relatively obscure. I’ll do my best as time goes on to feature football from as many leagues and competitions as I can from all over the world. I hope you enjoy reading it, and if you would like to contribute anything to the site, please get in touch by twitter @ChiefDelilah.
I also have another wordpress blog where I “analyse” (ramble on and on about) Stoke City matches. You can find that here . Otherwise, comb your hair into curtains, dust off your mega drive, slap on your shellsuit and pretend you only did the Saturday Night dance “ironically”. We’re back in the 90s…