Ah, the magnificent Archie Styles.
Decades ago, a bloke I'd never met asked me to play in a position I'd never blessed purely on the basis that he'd heard that I was a fellow-Blue.
What exactly did a full-back do, I pondered aloud after putting the blower down, particularly when faced with the kind of pacy winger I was informed I would be up against? I sought inspiration from remembered matches both attended or merely watched on the box. One example shone like a beacon in the darkness. Here it is, with Archie, by this time wearing the blue of Brum, stamping his authority over Steve Coppell:
I am pleased to report I that played like a yard-dog on speed, with predictably mixed consequences - I had a fantastic time, but my team got stuffed.