3 memories of AC
1. Sitting in the BMU, when, iirc, under Chris Hughton's coaching, he rocked up alongside Barton and Nolan. Barton made some space down our left, Andy shrugged off the negligible challenge and, poised perfectly, nodded an inevitable goal
2. On a freebie deep on what was then the mythical Shelf, alongside my boss, Spuds STH since Moses was in sandals, I foolishly proposed to him and his sniggering family that Allardyce's Irons, with Andy up front and Maiga wide left, for some preposterous reason, were going to mash them.
For 85 minutes, Dawson totally monstered Carroll, who seemed oblivious to the concept of even space, still less ball-control, only for him to notch a consolation that the entire home end ironically cheered. God, we were awful, that day.
3. That ridiculous bicycle kick, that remains the best goal ever scored at our new ground.
He was a man of the moment, in a very literal sense. He had moments of sheer, sublime brilliance.
And 6 years, 11 months, 3 weeks and, charitably, 4 days of the absolute opposite.
He has persuaded Mike Ashley of all people to sign another contract in his favour.
Amazing stuff. Seriously amazing.