Ah, the target man. When is football at its most beautiful? For some, it is a gently weighted pass rounding off the ultimate team goal: think Carlos Alberto scoring Brazil’s fourth in the 1970 World Cup final against Italy.
For others, it might be an incredibly precise, perfectly executed volley, à la Zinedine Zidane for Real Madrid against Bayer Leverkusen in the 2002 Champions League. Then there of those of us who get the most joy in this sport from seeing a 6ft 7 striker get on the end of a floating cross, hung up to the back post.
