As Steven Gerrard approached his 100th England cap, a flood of articles appeared eulogising his career. Journalists across the country took it upon themselves to praise his all-round ability yet there was a twinge of disappointment that he hadn’t quite fulfilled his potential, particularly in regard to his time with England. Even Gerrard himself only rated his international career as a “six or seven” out of ten, while his Premier League and Champions League odds must be getting longer by the game. Gerrard’s a walking paradox. He’s arguably the most talented player to have donned a Liverpool shirt, yet hasn’t added to their many league titles; he may be the finest English player of his generation, yet he’s been one of the major reasons for their failures; he possesses all the attributes a centre-midfielder would need, yet has repeatedly proven himself incapable of playing there; he’s a perfectionist, yet still makes the same mistakes he did when he made his debut; he’s noticeably self-conscious, yet continually puts himself as the centre of attention on the field; he’s the locally born captain of his boyhood team, yet he doesn’t fit the mould of the classic Liverpool player. When he first burst [...]

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