Silkman is one of my most disliked players ever to pull on the hallowed shirt. In March 1979, when I was just coming up to ten years old, we sold Brian Kidd and brought in Silkman. Kidd had been a great striker for us and was one of my favourites, so I was gutted to see him go. As his replacement, in effect, Silkman was already facing an uphill battle to win my affections, and he never succeeded. Quite the opposite.
Obviously, I didn't do away games back then, so the wonder goal at Ipswich passed me by and I didn't even have that one bright spot to remember him by. He just seemed generally dreadful, but it wasn't only that. Despite playing, at least when he first arrived, in a team full of stars, he seemed to regard himself as the main attraction, a seventies maverick and crowd-pleaser in the mould of Rodney Marsh, Stan Bowles and others who could showboat while the rest of the team put in the effort around them.
But Marsh, Bowles and the several other iconic flair players in the First Division in the seventies could pull that off (though I know Rodney divided opinions among City fans). Of course, Silkman wasn't fit to lace their boots. He simply wasn't up to scratch in a top-flight outfit it was the sheer lack of self-awareness that got to me. But it also made me doubt the recently returned Malcolm Allison.
I was just too young to remember Big Mal from his first spell at the club and wondered what other damage he might go on and do if he really thought Silkman a player deserving of a spot in a team with Corrigan, Donachie, Watson, Hartford, Owen, Barnes and the rest. Regrettably, I was right. Malcolm did rather a lot of damage.