I so wish that header had gone in the net.
Just before half time at Windsor Park, David Healy found himself standing, unmarked, a couple of yards from the Italian goal line.
Somehow, he contrived to miss when it seemed far easier to score. A chance of a major upset had gone.
Yes, I know, this Italy isn’t especially good but it would still have been a considerable scalp.
I’ve always found the striker something of an enigma. You look at his international record (we have to admit it . . . playing for a ‘modest’ country) and it’s phenomenal: 35 goals in 83 appearances including the winner against England in 2005 and a hat-trick in the victory over Spain a year later. It betters or ranks along with the greatest goal scorers.
But, to me, Healy has never quite cut it at club level and, at 31, I fear he never will.
He could be back playing in the Irish League soon enough and, worryingly, he looks a little lost wearing a green shirt at the moment.
I don’t know why Worthington didn’t go with Lafferty.