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"I am not a number, I'm a free man," bellowed the Prisoner. Greedy sod, he should have been grateful, because Coventry City striker Paul Williams is remembered in the tomes of football folly by just a solitary letter. Yes, one blessed letter. The lanky Northern Ireland striker didn't know it at the time, but his arrival at Highfield Road on-loan from West Brom in October 1992 was all part of a sick ploy to unsettle football's sensibilities. |
| The loonies were well and truly taking over the asylum (admit it, looking back you always knew there was something a bit odd about Bobby Gould) as the East Midlands giants lived out a dirty fetish, namely (if you'll excuse the pun), signing anyone by the name of Paul Williams. This Paul Williams, despite being the first to roll the dice in this mindbending assault on the very core of who a person is, is now genuinely referred to in the dusty archives as Paul-A Williams. Paula? That's a girl's name - this just gets worse. His stay at the Sky Blues lasted only a month, and he made two token Premier League appearances - in one, starring up front alongside... wait for it... John Williams. For Christ's sake. Cov cast him away like a spare vowel, and continued their sick little game, signing defender Paul Williams from Stockport a year later, then another defender called (you guessed it) Paul Williams from Lincoln in 1995. Surprisingly though, they never went anywhere near former Charlton and Sheffield Wednesday hitman Paul Williams, or that Northwich Victoria keeper. Now what was his name? Ah yes, Paul Williams. Looking back, I can't believe they were allowed to destroy lives like this, making a mockery of the game and leaving the original Paul Williams with just an A. Or Paula, if you like. I feel physically sick writing this. And if I ever see Bobby Gould again, I might not be deemed responsible... < BACK |
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