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At a function  , whom should turn up but Branko Strupar and Danny Higginbotham to everyone's astonishment. ..   after around 10 mins of talking to them  I asked if I could have a picture ....both replied not a problem ... so i passed Higginbottom a camera   they both laughed 

Went to a funeral  Paul Williams  was there  he got more attention than the deceased 

Numerous  times came across players in Pink Coconut  NO WONDER THEYGOT RELEGATED THAT SEASON 

Tony Parry use to be my wheelie bin man  

David Nish use to be my milkman  

Jeff Bourne was a regular in the club I worked   always a good laugh and told many stories 

Alan Biley  was having a rendezvous  with a local women where I use to reside  often went past my house  as she and Biley walked her Afghan Hound  who was called Charlie George  

Martin Taylor  parked his black escort mk3 outside my house ... I said if you don't shift it  " I,LL GIVE YOU SOMTHING  YOU WONT CATCH " ... he went red  then I laughed and shook his hand 

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Years ago I got to Blackburn Rovers way too early and bumped into Bobby Davison outside the ground looking lost, so I asked if he was ok, and he said he had missed the bus and was in trouble with the "gaffer". I think thats what he said, at first he seemed to be speaking in tongues. We lost 5-0 and I got chased back to the station - happy days!

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1 hour ago, neil62uk said:

At a function  , whom should turn up but Branko Strupar and Danny Higginbotham to everyone's astonishment. ..   after around 10 mins of talking to them  I asked if I could have a picture ....both replied not a problem ... so i passed Higginbottom a camera   they both laughed 

Went to a funeral  Paul Williams  was there  he got more attention than the deceased 

Numerous  times came across players in Pink Coconut  NO WONDER THEYGOT RELEGATED THAT SEASON 

Tony Parry use to be my wheelie bin man  

David Nish use to be my milkman  

Jeff Bourne was a regular in the club I worked   always a good laugh and told many stories 

Alan Biley  was having a rendezvous  with a local women where I use to reside  often went past my house  as she and Biley walked her Afghan Hound  who was called Charlie George  

Martin Taylor  parked his black escort mk3 outside my house ... I said if you don't shift it  " I,LL GIVE YOU SOMTHING  YOU WONT CATCH " ... he went red  then I laughed and shook his hand 

 

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Back many years ago, I was out in town during my lunch break and nipped into HMV (up on St Peter's Street at the time). I'd got the album I wanted, and was queueing up at the counter.  The guy in front of me paid up, so then  I paid up, and as I turned around, I nearly walked smack into Roy McFarland, who was next in the queue!  

Also, when I was a kid the local post office was run by Henry Newton..

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6 hours ago, Spanish said:

Were you the giver or the receiver?

Can you not read?

I said I don't like to talk about it!  Grrrrr

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*Not fussed, to be fair.  Either is good, as long as I don't get fleece stuck between my teeth!  Yuk!  

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We were playing golf in the Algarve on the course that David Seaman had a villa overlooking. He had a penchant for wearing lemon polo shirts. Anyway I digress, one of the group I was playing golf with hits a hook and its heading straight at David Seaman's buggy, out he steps and we all shout fore, he ducks (fortunately) and it flys straight over his head, but very close. We head off the tee down to look for the ball, and the other guys says straight off, "thought you would have caught it"          to which he replys, "not heard that before" lol

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4 hours ago, 'Rambe33 said:

Saw Baiano and Stefano Eranio in Markeaton McDonalds with their family back in the day. I was 9, caked in mud after playing that morning and I kept trying to hug them but they kept fending me away. 

Reminiscent of the scene in Slumdog Millionaire trying to get an autograph: 

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Do we know who the mother was?

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1 hour ago, Premier ram said:

Had a few drinks with Nigel Callaghan in Blue note , queued in Starbucks in front of Gary Rowett , and saw Mark Wright slipping out of the back door of the Crew and Harpur in a dishevelled state but i will leave that story there

Saw Nigel back in the mid nineties dj- ing in Kavos with his Derby shirt on, then played with him a few times when he had packed up and was living round Abbey Street. Normally he played 45 with a hangover scored 2/ made 2 and sat out the second half.

Also played against Kenny Burns on a Sunday in the Taverners league.  I'm sure it was Sobers off Kedleston Road he played for.

Took him about 10 minutes of puffing and me running past him for him to work me out, then he constantly won the ball of me without seeming to move.

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One evening outside The Wardwick a slightly inebriated 'Mad' Frankie Fielding told me he liked my coat... knows his clobber to be fair to him. Next minute he's shouting at Adam Legzdins for taking too long chatting up a certified 4/10.

Oh, and Darryl Powell's been in my kitchen. Offered him a coffee but didn't have any in. Nice chap.

 

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Went to cueball for a game of snooker with my then boss. All the tables were occupied, so they put us in a waiting list. We hung around the fruit machines killing time. Then Kenny Miller and Stephen Pearson stroll in with their cues (in tacky cheap leather Rileys cases) and tried to get special treatment and bumped up the waiting list. Both stormed out shaking their heads in a huff. Think Pearson got loaned to Stoke a couple of days later. 

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Some pig ugly long haired blonde bint... and Muckerette...

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At EMA, the weekend after he retired (if memory serves?).

My eldest sister claims to have dated a Rams legend around the time he was helping us carry around the Champions of England Trophy, (but before scoring a wonder goal at the WC Finals), but as I have since found out that, according to the internet, he was already married when he came to Derby, I best not name him again!  

 

Over the years, I have stood shaking and silent in excitement, as:
I bumped into Horacio from Rosario, in Sainsbury's, Wyvern.
Bumped into Young Nigel in the same Establishment.

I dined two tables from Paul Simpson (when he played for us) at The Gallery, in Duffield.

I plucked up the courage to approach, and shake the hand of one Mr Cocu, at the model Village in Bourton on the Water, just minutes before the 2020 virus lockdown kicked in.  I haven't washed that hand since!

 

My first impression of one Mister Clough (Senior) was one of fear and hatred.  He came across as nothing short of a bully, as he ranted and raged at our opponents on a Sunday morning on Darley Park.  Everyone on the pitch was 12!  It was only as I aged, that it became apparent it was all an act, and that in reality, he was a thoroughly decent chap. 

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