Saw Ken Loach’s film ‘Looking for Eric’ last night. Thoroughly enjoyed it. The ‘Eric’ in the title refers to two characters in the story, a hapless Mancunian postman and his idol, Eric Cantona. The film is worth seeing for the clips of Monsieur Eric in all his footballing pomp and glory alone. The man was a genius.
Asked by postman Eric what his favourite Manchester United playing moment was, Eric C recalled not a goal, but a pass: a precise, expertly weighted chip over the Tottenham defence to Denis Irwin, who ran on to score. Perfection. Questioned about his long ban and what he did to pass the time, Eric said that he learned to play the trumpet, which he demonstrated with a wobbly but spirited rendition of La Marseillaise. But when it came to the beautiful game, there was none better at blowing his own. Ooh ah!
