I have spent the past week watching the best players in the world perform in a country which has spent a fortune trying to prove itself a worthy host of the greatest sporting show on earth. But my mind has been drifting back to my Liverpool days since I heard that we’d lost one of the great men of the team I played in.
David Johnson wouldn’t have described himself as one of the greats. He wasn’t an England regular, like many of our Liverpool team back then, even though he scored twice in a 3-1 win over Argentina in 1980.