The Wookiee
Back From The Dead
Great thread
Bert Murray pulled me a pint in his pub in Market Deeping (the Bear?) before our legendary 3-0 win at Peterborough, but I was too shy to talk to him properly.Bert Murray was moved to RB freeing up Kit Napier to be our No 7. It all worked well and Kit scored the winner in the very next game against Villa. Always overlooked because of Wilie Irvine's wonder goal earlier.
Could have been that night....I was suited and booted and taking photos, and it somehow became assumed I was Official. I have some great pix. But at one point I slipped over. I have a pic of two of the player's wives (Kerry Mayo and the wife of the jock defender) with Quentin Cook pointing and laughing at me. Bang to rights.Going back to The Legends Night at The Brighton Centre 2001 for this story. After the event and having met several of the players as well as Micky Adams and Fat Boy Slim we decided the nearest place for an after hours drink and wind down was The Grand. We soon discovered most of the team were already at the bar area and staying in the hotel. We went to get our drinks when Malcolm Stewart, who had just been served said - donāt pay for those, just say that you are with the club. Which of course we did, many many times that night. The rest of the evening was a complete blur although I do remember Nathan Jones arriving with a rather attractive lady on one arm and a rather attractive lady on the other arm looking like he had won the lottery.
I will kick off ā¦
Cheers Mike
Sorry , what was the question again ............I'm the reason Gerry Fell left the club
In 1977, our school needed a guest of honour at the Jubilee celebrations. Albion were contacted and Gerry and his wife were sent. They were positioned in the centre of the first float and I was sat next to him. Of course, this had nothing to do with my Mum organising the event...
As soon as I sat down, poor Gerry was bombarded with all sorts of questions to the point he sat in a stupor looking in the distance. I'm convinced he left to avoid having to meet 'that boy' ever again.
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What a nice way to tell you -don`t worry need my scarf for the gameWhat a huge disappointment is was after reading the thread title posted on Halloween weekend, by a funeral director that the āstrange but trueā story I am met with isnāt a scary story of a body climbing out of a coffin, or even a body going missing but a rather un-frightening account of transfer deals. I rather missed the Albion bit in the thread title
Anyway, Iāll oblige with a compromise:
My dear Dad went to every Albion game, home and away until he became very ill with cancer. He wore his Albion scarf to every match and hung it on the coat-stand in the hall when it wasnāt round his neck. It was there until the day he died which was close to Midnight on Wednesday 10 November 2010. The funeral director arrived the next morning (on Remembrance Day) to collect him and I went down to the Town Hall to register his death. That evening I remembered we were playing Hartlepool United at Victoria Park on the Saturday (13th). My Dad would have gone to that match (I wasnāt planning to) so in a pique of morbid superstition and grief, I decided to wear my Dadās scarf as a good luck omen for the next few days so we would win.
It wasnāt on the coatstand.
I guessed Mum had put it somewhere but when I asked her, she swore she hadnāt. My Brother wasnāt into football and apart from the McMillan nurse and my young niece, no one else had been in the house since the night he died. I looked all of Friday, searched the house top and bottom - it had weirdly vanished. Before the match on Saturday I had a really powerful feeling that my Dad was near me around kick off time. We lost 1:3 to Hartlepool and my Dadās scarf never turned up again. It was also the one and only time I ever sensed him near me after he died.
What a nice way to tell you -don`t worry need my scarf for the game
Iāve got a few photos from the night. Several with Paul Rogers and one with Micky Adams. Was a great evening and will live on in my Albion Memory for ever. Iād be interested in seeing you pics if you do manage to transfer them.Could have been that night....I was suited and booted and taking photos, and it somehow became assumed I was Official. I have some great pix. But at one point I slipped over. I have a pic of two of the player's wives (Kerry Mayo and the wife of the jock defender) with Quentin Cook pointing and laughing at me. Bang to rights.
These are analogue pix and I should digitize them at some point. Some absolute corkers. I remember chatting to Dave Swaffield in the lavs and seem to recall he was puffing on a massive cigar Simpler times.
Oh and we stayed in a hotel near the sea front and Bobby Smith was also staying....and he told me how Archie McCauley binned him off for not giving him a cut of his ghosted newspaper column.
True!Wouldnāt happen in DĆ¼sseldorf.
Wasnāt he absolutely rapid? Could Run the 100 meters in 10 seconds or something along those lines. Remember his loan spell.Took a cab to Lordās a couple of years ago and started chatting to the cabbie, nice lad. Quickly ascertained that he wasnāt in to cricket so the chat moved to football. He told me he was a proud Gooner. I said that I was a Seagull. At which point he casually dropped that heād āplayed a few games for Brighton once upon a time.ā
It was Wayne Gray and I suspect Iām one of only a few here who saw him play for the Albion, back in 2002. Indeed I quoted to him a headline from a programme from back then which went: āSunshine on a Wayney Gray.ā He was a lovely guy and humbled that Iād seen him play.
Used to coach the youth team I played in at BHASVIC, Chris May used to play. We once raided a load of sweets from an unlocked door on site.I interviewed Larry May in the club shop at the Goldstone as part of my college project. He was very nice, and very tall.
Mark Ormerod surely?! Brett Ormerod was a striker and never played for usOften used to travel back with the players with my Dad from Gillingham. One week me and my brother travelled back with Stuart Storer and Bret Ormarod. Me and my brother being about 11 and 9 trying to be lads started telling them about our Friday night routine of watching euro trash.
Remember Stuart Storer saying to my Dad that he was suprised he let us watch euro trash. Needless to say my Dad had no clue what it was or so he claimed. Needless to say once he discovered what it was we had to be a bit more carful with getting our fill of big fake boobs on a Friday night.
Dunno but as a cabbie, he observed every speed limit and his tyres were legalWasnāt he absolutely rapid? Could Run the 100 meters in 10 seconds or something along those lines. Remember his loan spell.
I think that was the ā3-1 and no Queen Mumā game.I remember him, scored at Colchester away.