I have this vision of the match clearly in my head (however I do stand to be corrected on the following)I remember his home debut. He ripped the opponent’s ( Preston?) right back a new one in the first half who was then subbed off. Think we were leading 3-0 at the break.
Sadly I was also there at Selhurst when the terrible tackle from Henry Hughton ended his career.
RIP Gerry.
He was only 68. What was he doing in a hospice?
I knew he hadn't been well, but....
I was on the East Chicken Run.I have this vision of the match clearly in my head (however I do stand to be corrected on the following)
I was standing at the front of the south near that invalid carriage (this isn’t in dispute) we went in at half time 4 nil up, the late Mike Baxter put through his own net twice. Gerry scored with his head.
The Goldstone in them days was the greatest place on Earth
This! You never quite knew which Gerry Ryan was going to turn up. The one that made defenders look silly, or the one wearing two left wellies and made himself look silly. And that was all part of the charm of him and his game - and why we all liked him so much.I can remember singing with Ernest and Jacko at away matches (to the tune of There’s No One Quite Like Grandma by the St `Winifred’s School Choir)
(Boom boom boom)
Gerry we love you, Gerry we do
Though you may miss open goals, we still love you
And one day, when we’re older, we’ll look back and say
It’s good old Gerry Ryan who has helped us on our way (Boom, boom, boom)
Proper old school winger, we still have the memories