Sometimes you love a soccer team not only for their strengths, the splendor of their play, and the appealing thrust of their character, but also for the haunting possibility that their best hopes may never be fulfilled. This has rarely been demonstrated so vividly as by the Manchester City team, who briefly, but unforgettably, illuminated the late sixties. And no one was more caught up in their struggles and their triumphs than James Lawton, a...