Cod Almighty | Article

by Sam Metcalf

14 November 2003

Of course, Boulding was born in Manchester and this year sports a John Squire circa 1990 haircut, which isn't so good. But at least he hasn't picked up that pathetic, wet as lettuce, little clenched fist thing that his ex-roommate Tim Henman brandishes with as much emotion as a turd.

After a brief skirmish with Aston Villa and a goalscoring debut in Europe, quick Michael did what every half-decent Town player does, and went on loan to Sheffield United. But fear not: he knackered himself and was out with an injury that Mr Warnock simply couldn't abide. Enter Mr Groves, exit Bramall Lane, and hello Dolly.

Boulding's pace and slowly improving finishing marks him out as one of Division Two's better frontmen, though he misses a lot of chances too. But at least he gets in the 'danger zone', as Big Ron would have it.

At the time of writing Boulding lies second in the Division Two scoring charts, and when's the last time you could say that about a Town striker? Surely Town can challenge for promotion this season only if he keeps up this kind of Rushian form.

Boulding deserves some credit for actually coming back to Town after being dazzled in the bright lights of Villa Park. My Villa-supporting mate reckons this season's good form can be put down to Graham Taylor's training practices. He is clearly mental.