It is a truth universally acknowledged that anyone in possession of good taste must be in one of a good football podcast.

And so, ladies and gentlemen, I give you be our football ranks. No pride here, no prejudice, just sense and sensibility and plenty of persuasion.

So whether you're listening in Austin or

London, whether you're on the road or at Vanity Fair, be you Dubliners or Midnight's children,

you're ever so welcome here at Rank Squad HQ. I've got great expectations for today's

episode. So let's hope that things don't fall apart, that we can talk about some of the world's

most beloved players and that's adventures in Wonderland rather than 100 years of solitude, the trial or the big sleep.

Come on in then to this brave new world and let's introduce these three musketeers.

My name is Jack Collins and I'll be your narrator today.

Your Sal Paradise to the Dean Moriarty and Carlo Marx sat either side of me.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk,

mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time. And so without further ado,

I give you a man living the high life like Jay Gatsby, our very own James Bond,

in the circles of football agents, Dean Jones.

I wish I could read you like a book, Jack, because I'd have stopped you earlier.

And our very own Ulysses, a hero for the modern age, as divisive as Holden Caulfield,

and as knowledgeable as Sherlock Holmes. It's the rank god Samtai.

I at least appreciated your intro.

Thanks very much, mate. I'm, you know, a man of taste, a man of culture.

Right then, Dean, one of you.

Like the goblet of fire.

It's time for hot takes.

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