Hakeeb was the player who, over a sustained period of first team football, flattered to deceive with one brilliant match in ten, one decent, one average and seven poor.
I have never seen such a talented player serve himself – and the supporters – as badly as that man did.
I cheered when he left and stared in disbelief that we got any money for him at all.
I have never seen a player who appeared to need a sports psychiatrist more than he. So much wasted ability.
Didn’t George Kerr say he played like a man who could go to either Real Madrid or a Sunday league side?
