The other abiding memory is worse. Crouch receives the ball with his back to the defender somewhere between the halfway line and their box. Some nice skill (we all know he has 'nice feet for a big man') and he's turned the hapless defender with only the keeper standing between him and the goals as he moves away from the tackler. And then it is like one of those nightmares where you need to run, you have to run, but you just can't, it's like you're running through molasses as some imminent disaster looms. But it isn't you, it's that tall Liverpool striker, who appears to be in slow motion as the defender, the defender who should be miles behind is at full speed, easily making up the lost ground and dispossessing his gangly opponent.
*sighs with the memory*
*sighs with the memory*