Here is the mug of this week's mystery player. You may recognise him from the regular calls of "Ooooh, luuuuuvley ..." when a shot or a tackle or a pass meets with his approval.
He's fond of playing on the right wing but has been known to fill in at left back, and bemoan the lack of support very publicly.
Most notable though are those dubious goals that he scores with the very tip of his spiky hair. His arm raises in celebration as he wheels around to claim the goal that even some of his team mates cringle to add to their tally. Not this man: the ball only has to be in the proximity of his 1970s haircut and he's grinning like a garden gnome.
One of the cheerier members of our game, he's up for the craic and even when he's involved in a dispute a smile is never far from his face. Versatile, comitted, with a deft touch and an eye for goal, he's a great lad to have on your side.
"Handball!" he's been known to cry of late, with the authority of one who knows he has appointed himself referee. Or "Never!" when the other team claims what he considers to be a doubtful shout. But he's known to be fair, and even his match reports have a gothic flair.
Who is he?
And why the mug?
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