Since the dawn of time itself every player that has pulled on that revolting shirt has been 'the greatest...ever.'
The rags have never -since their formation- had a player that isn't very good. Not one. Once they leave the club they become ordinary again, but all the while they are manacled to the swamp they are the finest players that have ever walked this earth. We know this because the Custis brothers, Henry Winter, Simon Stone, Oliver Holt and the many many other toadying, lickspittle wankers in the rag-obsessed media have been preaching this inane bullshit since the start of the Premier league.
I swear the rags could call Carlton Palmer out of retirement and our tabloid hacks would hail him the finest footballer that ever existed. They'd tell us that Pele himself used to worship at the altar of the sacred Church Of Carlton and hope that one day he could be as good as the master himself.