Rafa.
We'd square up and then out of nowhere, he'd peel his shirt off to reveal a tattoo of him shushing the Scum fans on his chest...
He'd tweak his nipples and start doing keepy ups while looking me square in the eyes...
I'd shit myself and cum at the same time, before collapsing to the floor, a blubbering wreck, as he walks the ball into an empty net. Then he lies down next to me, shushing me and stroking my head.
I'm sorry, what was the question?
I miss that man.