Special Guest Blogger: Kevin Keegan

My life was one of football magic, chart-topping singles and iconic hairstyles. I was dubbed King Kev and Mighty Mouse by the hordes but my first professional footballing footsteps were taken at Scunthorpe United where I got a proper education in dodging tackles on a slippery, muddy training pitch where I spent my days avoiding puddles and stealing the occasional biscuit from the catering kitchen.
I made my first-team debut at 16 and then in 1971, Liverpool came calling which was my stepping-stone to stardom, both on the pitch and the record-shop floor.
In 1972, amid a season full of goals I signed a deal with a record label and released 'It Ain’t Easy' and 'Head Over Heels in Love' which peaked at 31 on the UK charts. And you thought my talents were confined to the pitch although neither song ever topped the charts, but it did top the list of most unlikely footballers to release a single.
Winning the European Footballer of the Year award twice in a row (1978 & 1979) was arguably the peak of my career although by then my hair was so iconic it became a national conversation piece, landing me repeatedly on every worst hairstyle of the decade list but it gave the press something to write about besides my goals and It made sure the cameras captured me whether I was scoring, sliding, or doing something ridiculous like dancing on the pitch after a goal.
When I swapped the River Mersey for the Elbe, I thought I’d finally escape the British weather but instead, I discovered that Hamburg’s rain is just as relentless, and their fans are just as vocal but with a German accent and my time in Southampton taught me that the sun does occasionally show up on the South Coast of England.
After hanging up my boots, I returned to Newcastle only this time wearing a suit and a whistle instead of shin-guards and with the same hair-do.
As a manager i was okay but in 2000, I took on the ultimate challenge, managing England. The responsibility was massive, the press conferences endless and my tenure was brief but memorable as one of the most exhilarating rides in English football and though we didn’t win the World Cup, we did manage to leave the average English fan slightly more optimistic about the future of football.
In January 2026, doctors told me I had stage-four stomach cancer. It was a curveball that no amount of sprinting could dodge and in June, I went public with the diagnosis, and although the saying goes that laughter is the best medicine, its not half as good as actual medical treatment but in July, I took my final bow at the age of 75.
My life's journey began in Scunthorpe and led to to a legend whose name appears weirdly in both football history books and 70s music charts.