Steven Gerrard

This celebrity goo was created by player Erik Bates.
Scott Hardie provided the category, made minor changes to the clue provided by Erik, and wrote the explanation.

publication date: Friday, January 25, 2013 (part of Winter 2013)

category: Sports

clue: Born and bred a red, a captain of club and country.

solved by: Russ Wilhelm, Steve West, Samir Mehta, LaVonne Lemler, Chris Lemler, Justin Woods, Matthew Preston, Joanna Woods, Denise Sawicki, Mike Rothstein, Steve Dunn, and Scott Hardie

Goo Ladder: It's a goo ladder, where the clues aren't the only clues! Figure out how each clue is related and this season will be a breeze! These goos were designed to be solved in order of publication, for fun and profit! This theme was created by Erik Bates.

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