Those little tight turns, that scurry of pace with the ball at his feet, the tumbling over under the slightest challenge, the lung-bursting I really don’t want to do this chasing back, the goal at Portsmouth, the ginger beard, the Play-Off Final, that massive smile. We’ll miss you Jonny.
A rare breed. You were Palace, but then your became one of us. You were an enigma, but rarely split opinions. Articulate, cheerful, self-effacing, normal.
The best of luck at Cardiff Jonny. There will always be welcoming arms open for you in SE7.