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COPYRIGHT 2001 The Spectator Ltd. (UK)
THE world, it seemed, had despaired of Michael Owen. At the age of 20, he was an old man, past his prime, his gilded youth a distant memory. He was hag-ridden by self-doubt, set about by worries, living in constant fear that his body was falling apart.
In 1998 he had, for a brief and agonising hour, been England's saviour, and it seemed as if this moment of supreme glory had undone him for good. In that epochal football match when England played Argentina in the World Cup,...
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