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Forever Blue wrote:The new life of Cardiff City hero Roger Johnson, his septicaemia hell and the sickening incident which threatened his life
In this candid interview the former Bluebirds, Birmingham City, Wolves, West Ham and Sheffield Wednesday defender tells his story
Tuesday 05th May 2020
By Glen Williams
Cardiff City hero Roger Johnson
"It's just catastrophic. The last two years of my f***ing career were just a shambles."
Those are the sad, frustrated words of Roger Johnson.
It shouldn't have happened like this, not for someone who gave his all every time he crossed the whitewash.
He left many a striker quite literally trailing in his blood, sweat and tears during his career, which, frankly dropped off a cliff all too soon.
Johnson speaks to WalesOnline the day after his 36th birthday. It seems almost criminal someone with so much talent has not played league football for four years.
Because, for three years, he was a colossus at the heart of Cardiff City's defence, ousting captain Darren Purse in his first season there and striking up a tremendous partnership with Glenn Loovens.
But that very nearly didn't happen and Johnson recalls being just one day away from signing for bitter South Wales rivals Swansea City, who had tabled a £100,000 bid to take him from Wycombe.
"I spoke to Kenny Jackett and it was, well, I'm not going to say it was done, but I am a man of my word, I was on my way up there," he says.
"I'm sure it would have happened if Cardiff didn't hijack it. I had a call from my agent and he told me about Cardiff, I said, 'Cardiff? Are you f***ing going mad? You said it was Swansea the other day?'
"He said, 'No, no, Cardiff have joined the hunt!'
"So, obviously, Swansea were in League One at that time and Cardiff were in the Championship, so it was an absolute no-brainer.
"I was due to go there (Swansea) the following day!"
Johnson, who was plying his trade in League Two at the time, concedes a jump up to Swansea was big for him, but heading to Ninian Park was a golden opportunity for him to better himself.
Roger Johnson of Cardiff City
But, £275,000 and a chat with Dave Jones later, he was a Bluebird, and what a signing it would prove to be.
It was an exciting time for the club, an ambitious side who had their sights set on Premier League promotion with a new, all-singing, all-dancing stadium on the horizon, this was a far cry from League Two.
The longer he was there, though, he felt a surge and a fervour around Cardiff City, that something was bubbling beneath the surface and these lofty aspirations were tangible.
He modestly tries to put into context his own contributions, but many City fans will remember him as a far bigger influence than how he remembers.
"I wouldn't have missed a game, other than when that idiot elbowed me across the throat, I almost bloody died from that," he says, but more on that later.
"Without blowing my own trumpet, I was performing so well, I think the other lads did look up to me. And there were some big names there, too.
"I gave my all and I was generally a solid seven every game I played."
We all know, though, that a solid seven doesn't win two Player of the Season awards in three years at the club. He was more than that and Cardiff fans will know that, too.
The life-threatening throat injury
It was at Cardiff where Johnson experienced the first of his potentially life-threatening injuries.
In April 2009, playing away against Crystal Palace, Claude Davis connected with the defender's throat while challenging for the ball and the impact was suddenly cause for grave concern.
"It was bad... bad," he remembers. "I was worried, really worried.
"Fans knew if I stayed down then, 'F***ing hell, he's hurt', you know?
"It was a weird one. He got his punishment (a three-match ban), it should have been more.
"He tried to do too much to stop me, I doubt he meant to catch me bang across the larynx but you take that gamble swinging your arms about.
"I couldn't breathe, it was scary. They weren't far off putting the pipe in my throat because I was gasping, very worrying.
"It's like there's a squash ball stuck right in your throat and you're just gasping for air. Dr Len Noakes said he was not far off putting a pen into my throat to get air."
Johnson was rushed to hospital, where Cardiff's players drove to see him after the game, testament, Johnson says, to how close the bond between the players was back then.
But the scans were concerning and the doctor's words sent a chill right through his core.
"I had scans on my throat and they were just black," he recalls. "My whole larynx was black.
"The doctor afterwards said to me, and I'll never forget it, 'I have only ever seen this in the morgue when we do biopsies.'"
Johnson admits that, initially, fears of death consumed him, but as the hours and days went on those worries were slowly allayed.
Being the player, and man, he was, though, he wanted to get back out on to the pitch. City were roaring towards the play-offs and Johnson, the inspirational centre-half, wanted to be back out there with the lads.
The doctors and medical staff told him to have a month off. "Not a chance," he replied.
He came back the following weekend, Preston away, and City were pumped 6-0. It was the start of Cardiff missing out on the play-offs and, ultimately, the beginning of the end of Johnson's Bluebirds career.