Flahavan - the way people creamed themselves over his spectacular yet ultimately routine (for a normal sized keeper) saves use to make me feel nauseous. Awful decision-maker: the best decision he made whilst at Roots Hall was to leave and take the money to play for Palace Reserves.
Andy Harris - narrowly beats out Mark Hone on the basis of his reliability (to give away a penalty).
Keith Dublin - if you get bored, there's a game you can play. Get hold of a highlights (sic) video/DVD of any season Dubbers played for us and try and find a goal we concede (there are plenty to choose from: with him in the side we averaged conceding about 90 goals per season) where he wasn't at fault, caught out of position and pointing at where he should have been.
Peter Clarke - we're about £4m in debt and about a quarter of that can be attributed to Peter Clarke. Much like many of the goals we conceded during his three years at the club. Positionally poor, awful distribution, conceded way too many free-kicks which he compounded by being poor at then defending them. Fortunately he was whole-hearted with his last ditch tackling, so apparently we can forgive him all that.
Mark Warren - ex-Col Ewe and Orient, couldn't run, couldn't jump (an issue for a centre-half who was only six foot tall) yet despite all this was worshipped for some reason I couldn't fathom. Did though score that goal at Swansea, although WTF he was doing up front when we were down to 8 men and defending a lead remains a mystery.
Derek Payne - bitch-slapping David Speedie was the only decent thing he ever did
Rio Alderton - the name Rio might suggest Copacabana but he was definitely Hackney Marshes. The worst professional footballer I have ever seen and there's been some stiff competition.
George Parris - ex-Hamster, way, way, way, waaaaaaay past his best (which I don't think was all that good in the first place). Only signed because he was mates with Alvin ****ing Martin. On the positive side would feature alongside Peter Reid in midfield in any Monkey XI.
Brett Darby - I've still to hear a satisfactory answer to the question why.
Drewe Broughton - Worshipped because he wore wrist-bands (presumably to try and distract the ref from his elbows), Donkey Broughton spent more time wrestling opposing centre-halves and conceding free-kicks than doing anything useful. His biggest contribution was getting sent off against Col Ewe in the LDV semis, because we were a far, far better team without him in it. Shockingly dire. His performance against (IIRC) Bristol Rovers was the worst individual display I've ever seen. When he stepped up to take a penalty, not one person in the ground thought he'd score and he didn't disappoint when he promptly put it wide. Amazingly for a forward, I saw him score in a Southend shirt as many times against us, then for us.
Steve McGavin - shockingly poor. A horrendous miss nearly cost us our league status - something that was even harder to bear when you consider he is a Col Ewe legend.
Andy Harris - narrowly beats out Mark Hone on the basis of his reliability (to give away a penalty).
Keith Dublin - if you get bored, there's a game you can play. Get hold of a highlights (sic) video/DVD of any season Dubbers played for us and try and find a goal we concede (there are plenty to choose from: with him in the side we averaged conceding about 90 goals per season) where he wasn't at fault, caught out of position and pointing at where he should have been.
Peter Clarke - we're about £4m in debt and about a quarter of that can be attributed to Peter Clarke. Much like many of the goals we conceded during his three years at the club. Positionally poor, awful distribution, conceded way too many free-kicks which he compounded by being poor at then defending them. Fortunately he was whole-hearted with his last ditch tackling, so apparently we can forgive him all that.
Mark Warren - ex-Col Ewe and Orient, couldn't run, couldn't jump (an issue for a centre-half who was only six foot tall) yet despite all this was worshipped for some reason I couldn't fathom. Did though score that goal at Swansea, although WTF he was doing up front when we were down to 8 men and defending a lead remains a mystery.
Derek Payne - bitch-slapping David Speedie was the only decent thing he ever did
Rio Alderton - the name Rio might suggest Copacabana but he was definitely Hackney Marshes. The worst professional footballer I have ever seen and there's been some stiff competition.
George Parris - ex-Hamster, way, way, way, waaaaaaay past his best (which I don't think was all that good in the first place). Only signed because he was mates with Alvin ****ing Martin. On the positive side would feature alongside Peter Reid in midfield in any Monkey XI.
Brett Darby - I've still to hear a satisfactory answer to the question why.
Drewe Broughton - Worshipped because he wore wrist-bands (presumably to try and distract the ref from his elbows), Donkey Broughton spent more time wrestling opposing centre-halves and conceding free-kicks than doing anything useful. His biggest contribution was getting sent off against Col Ewe in the LDV semis, because we were a far, far better team without him in it. Shockingly dire. His performance against (IIRC) Bristol Rovers was the worst individual display I've ever seen. When he stepped up to take a penalty, not one person in the ground thought he'd score and he didn't disappoint when he promptly put it wide. Amazingly for a forward, I saw him score in a Southend shirt as many times against us, then for us.
Steve McGavin - shockingly poor. A horrendous miss nearly cost us our league status - something that was even harder to bear when you consider he is a Col Ewe legend.