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mentioned on a previous fred, how the Mrs and, I, put David Peach up, at our house in London, when he was to do the London Marathon Late 80s. Charity and all that.

 

My son and I, (Peacheys Coaches for the day) got him to the start and then we appeared at various places around the courseto keep him going.(Cutty Sark, through the foot tunnel to both sides of the horseshoe, Isle of Dogs...Local knowledge) Luckily we wet him again on the way back towards Tower of London and after disregarding a few swear words and reminding him he was letting his coaches(me) and all the Saints supporters down and of course his charity, managed with his blood and guts and our gentle persuasion to point him towards the finnish...

Well done Peachey...A great football player and never to be selected for our Marathon team.

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Besides meeting Mr ITK Dubai Phil, not really had many actual meetings with any Saints players.;)

 

I was sat a few rows in front of MLT at Coventry away a few years ago.... "and we've still got Matty in the stands .." lol. Watching Coventry fans walking outside the ground jaws on the ground or walking into lamp posts as they couldn't beleive that it really was Matt was leaving the ground with the away support :D

 

Have seen Mick Channon at Dubai Race Course but could not get close enough to speak, but did get a nod from Alan Shearer at the same venue when Newcastle were out here a few years ago on a winter break. He is probably typing the same moment on a players web site saying he'd seen ericofarabia give him the nod, but was to shy to come and speak to me ... :smt044

 

My dad used to work for MiniCabs and used to drive Eric Martin home and often need to 'escort' him to the door :rolleyes:. In fact Eric used to ask for my dad whenever he phoned up for a taxi. (No I wasn't named after Eric Martin, I was already an avid SFC fan by then!!)

 

How about somebody giving Mick 7 a wake up call and get some of his cherished memories from growing up with his dad ;)

 

Superb fred, and one that really does highlight the difference between the money/image fixated players of today compared to the characters of yesteryear.

 

:yawinkle:

 

lol

 

met a local footie fan this week - said he never knew Saints were actually a better team than Chelsea, THEY had all 11 players and still lost 3-0, we managed that with only 10!

 

Oh if only it was all that simple!

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Someone mentioned Kevin Moore earlier on - sadly he's not too well these days with a quite advanced form of alzheimers. I met him a couple of years ago and he was struggling then but I hear it is quite serious now. A nice man and a good servant.

 

Very sorry to hear this news....I wish him and his family the best in the circumstances.....Always thought he was an out and out Gent...

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When I was a youngster we used lived around the corner from Terry Paine went to his house a number of times he was friends with my dad. I have played golf with MLT in a charity day.

 

Have seen MLT, Shearer and Ruddock coming off the 18 at Soton Muni. Much discussion about MLT's "handicap". My old man has played golf on corporate days with Robin Smith a couple of times. Great bloke apparently and hits the ball miles - about 50-60 yards past my old man who gives it a fair old biff (250-275 yards on average) as well.

 

Another cricket one was Barbados in 2004. Me and mt best mate were out there to watch the Test and we were in a club/bar/restaurant called McBrides in St Lawrence Gap. Most of the Test side came in. My best friend had sunstroke so the immodium kicked in and he was in the toilet - a lot! Collingwood and Gareth Batty were aware of this fact and were laughing and making jokes. Had a chat with a very drunk but friendly Matthew Hoggard (about 4 days before his famous hat-trick) and a totally steaming James Anderson who could barely stay on his chair. I got steaming as well as the measures out there are huge as a double (2 for 1 after 12am) as poor Jimmy found out. My friend had to stay sober with Colly taking the mickey out of him!

 

After we'd won the Test inside 3 days and 3-0 up in the series, we were having a meal and the Barmy Army were heading for us. One particular coach was really loud and chanting "we're going to win 4-0!" and this bloke was almost falling out of the open window and bellowing it at the England fans whilst grinning like a maniac. The madman was Mark Butcher and Freddie could be seen and Vaughan was dishing the beers out. Great night with Angus Fraser as part of our tour party - top bloke although crikey, he is massive. Not fat but just a man mountain and the photographs with him make us look like midgets.

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Someone mentioned Kevin Moore earlier on - sadly he's not too well these days with a quite advanced form of alzheimers. I met him a couple of years ago and he was struggling then but I hear it is quite serious now. A nice man and a good servant.

 

How sad, he can't be that old either. Came to a charity auction my family was at in the early 90s and a really nice bloke.

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Someone mentioned Kevin Moore earlier on - sadly he's not too well these days with a quite advanced form of alzheimers. I met him a couple of years ago and he was struggling then but I hear it is quite serious now. A nice man and a good servant.

 

Sad news.

 

Best of luck to him

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mentioned on a previous fred, how the Mrs and, I, put David Peach up, at our house in London, when he was to do the London Marathon Late 80s. Charity and all that.

 

My son and I, (Peacheys Coaches for the day) got him to the start and then we appeared at various places around the courseto keep him going.(Cutty Sark, through the foot tunnel to both sides of the horseshoe, Isle of Dogs...Local knowledge) Luckily we wet him again on the way back towards Tower of London and after disregarding a few swear words and reminding him he was letting his coaches(me) and all the Saints supporters down and of course his charity, managed with his blood and guts and our gentle persuasion to point him towards the finnish...

Well done Peachey...A great football player and never to be selected for our Marathon team.

 

Talking of Peachey, I played golf with him a couple or so days after a vasectomy. It really was difficult to keep a straight face, he played the whole game with bow legs.

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Talking of Peachey, I played golf with him a couple or so days after a vasectomy. It really was difficult to keep a straight face, he played the whole game with bow legs.

 

He was looking a bit like that half way round the marathon course.

Someone mentioned earlier...last I heard he was over Lymington way.

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He may have moved since but I THINK he used to live in the same close as my parents.

 

If so, my father built his house as well as Micky Channon's :)

 

I used to give a lift to Gatwick to a pilot when we were flying together, Steve, I think lived nearly next door, owned an insurance broker at the CF end of Leigh Rd.

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As a young lad (mid 50's), I had a Saturday job, helping the milkman in the Polygon (Don). One of the houses I delivered to was in Harborough Road. Tommy Mulgrew was in digs there. I made sure that Tommy's pint of silver top was replaced with a pint of Gold top every saturday (Nothing but the best for a Saints player).

 

Just before KO at home games, I would make myself known to the chap on the door at the Dell and out would come Tommy and I would then be allowed into the Dell for nothing.

 

When I got a little older, I would run bets for several Saints players to the bookies in Bedford place (They were having a beer or three in the Cricketers pub). My reward, I did not pay to see a Saints home match until I was nearly 17.

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He may have moved since but I THINK he used to live in the same close as my parents.

 

If so, my father built his house as well as Micky Channon's :)

 

You had a nice swimming pool ?

 

Didnt your Dad use to to do road work as well as building?

 

Mr Burke not 100% of name ?

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As a young lad (mid 50's), I had a Saturday job, helping the milkman in the Polygon (Don). One of the houses I delivered to was in Harborough Road. Tommy Mulgrew was in digs there. I made sure that Tommy's pint of silver top was replaced with a pint of Gold top every saturday (Nothing but the best for a Saints player).

 

Just before KO at home games, I would make myself known to the chap on the door at the Dell and out would come Tommy and I would then be allowed into the Dell for nothing.

 

When I got a little older, I would run bets for several Saints players to the bookies in Bedford place (They were having a beer or three in the Cricketers pub). My reward, I did not pay to see a Saints home match until I was nearly 17.

 

Norman - that reminds me of a story Bill Ellerington told me when the Saints toured Brazil in 1948. They sailed out on the "Andes" and with most of the ships crew Southampton lads Bill said they were fed like kings. Of course rationing was still around those days so to suddenly have a couple of weeks being fed steak and eggs all the players disembarked about 18lbs heavier. Bill Dodgin was not amused.

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Someone mentioned Kevin Moore earlier on - sadly he's not too well these days with a quite advanced form of alzheimers. I met him a couple of years ago and he was struggling then but I hear it is quite serious now. A nice man and a good servant.

 

I met Kevin when I was working at Barry Horne's house in Bassett. He seemed a really nice guy. Such a sad piece of news.

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You had a nice swimming pool ?

 

Didnt your Dad use to to do road work as well as building?

 

Mr Burke not 100% of name ?

 

 

Aah you're thinking of John Burke! No he wasn't my dad but yes, that close.

 

No, we didn't have a swimming pool but lots of other houses in the close did.

 

Am I right that David Peach lived in the close too?

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Aah you're thinking of John Burke! No he wasn't my dad but yes, that close.

 

No, we didn't have a swimming pool but lots of other houses in the close did.

 

Am I right that David Peach lived in the close too?

 

Yes thats the fella John Burke, No dont think so cannot remember Peachy living in close. David Armstrong still lives in the close, Justin, Kate and Chris all flown the nest. Chris and Robin Smith the Hants cricketers lived in the close when they first came over from South Africa.

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Yes thats the fella John Burke, No dont think so cannot remember Peachy living in close. David Armstrong still lives in the close, Justin, Kate and Chris all flown the nest. Chris and Robin Smith the Hants cricketers lived in the close when they first came over from South Africa.

 

 

Ah thanks - you've cleared up the 'David' issue for me. It was David Armstrong! His lad used to kick a ball around with my boy back then.

 

My friend's daughter used to go out with Robin Smith too - years ago of course. But I didn't know the Smith boys had lived in the close as well. My parents lived there from 1978 until my father died about 12 years ago.

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He was looking a bit like that half way round the marathon course.

Someone mentioned earlier...last I heard he was over Lymington way.

 

Works as a foreman in Lymington for a local building company, can't remember the name of the firm now though.

 

Did a bit of work on a site he was looking after last summer, didn't know he was an ex Saints player until we moved on to the next job and someone told me he was an FA cup winner.

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Works as a foreman in Lymington for a local building company, can't remember the name of the firm now though.

 

Did a bit of work on a site he was looking after last summer, didn't know he was an ex Saints player until we moved on to the next job and someone told me he was an FA cup winner.

 

God how are the mighty fallen. Whenever I see Bob Charles walking around Chandlers Ford (usually eating a pie) I say to my son "he used to be Saints goalie" and I get a look like I've gone stark raving mad. I used to see Bob a lot in bedford Place in the early 70s - I think he used to be Mick Channon's runner to the bookies.

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used to see and chat sometimes to Shilts at the Clump late '80s. Always drank Guinness and read Sporting Life.

 

Bally was always polite and easy to talk to when he drank in the Jolly Farmer Warsash.

Real gent.

 

Still play footy (46) every week and played last Saturday with Rod Stewart in an England V Scotland game to celebrate his birthday!! (Rod is a huge mate of WGS and really rated MLT). Rod's played for this club for about 15 yrs. He gives us free tickets when he performs in LA.

 

Also played last year against Frank Le Bouef and he remembered his first game for Chelsea was at the Dell!! (1-1).

 

Great thread!

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As EoA would say - DP has more...

 

Back in 2002 a crazy Saints supporting mate (PS) & I planned our trip to Japan WC with military precision. We got a special ticket on Cathay (All Asia Pass) that cost 90 quid so we stayed in Hong Kong most of the time it was SO much cheaper and fun!) and commuted up to the matches never staying more than 2 nights in Japan for all the group games...

 

They allowed us to take our cameras into the grounds and for the Eng v Argentina game I've always been a decent but not manic obsessive photographer and was taking pictures of people as much as sites - anyway we found ourselves in the Argie end - oops - where Beck's scored the penalty. Anyway Sven brought on Bridgey for Owen towards the end & I spotted the socreboard saying OUT Owen, IN Bridge - took the photo (quite hard technically from the opposite side of a dark indoors stadium!)....

 

When we got home I made up a proper album that showed the whole "being a fan" at the WC thing. Made a set for my mate who of course showed it to his best buddy Terry Travel Club Marshall. He loved it and passed it up to Staplewood where Bridgey saw it. Next thing I know he's grabbed it and taken it to Villa Park where England were playing Portugal. back comes a really nice note asking if I could send him 5 copies of the scoreboard photo and 4 copies of Beckham taking the penalty - I was so wowed I thought nothing of it - even though it cost me about 50 quid for developing and Courier... Anyway turned out that he siged the socreboard copies for me and my mate (and I'm sure Terry got one) and kept the others for himself and his folks. the SAD thing is he gave the penalty photos to Becks who signed them... and they never made it back to Terry.

 

But the thing was at the time he was knocked out to get something like that and to bother to send a note back all this way showed that even though he went on to greater earnings, when he WAS here he was as nice a bloke as many of the old guys.

 

Oh and the party AFTER that game in Sapporro is something I will NEVER forget, the Dubai Saints flag earnt me more beers than I could drink and like all the England fans that night I reckon I signed more autographs for the Japanese fans than I have signed cheques - and like all the rest of the boys - one photo one beer was the cry, the dozy b*ggers bought them as well!

 

(Remind me to tell EoA about the swapping shirts with Jap fans story as well one day!) That one ain't for publication either!

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used to see and chat sometimes to Shilts at the Clump late '80s. Always drank Guinness and read Sporting Life.

 

Bally was always polite and easy to talk to when he drank in the Jolly Farmer Warsash.

Real gent.

 

Still play footy (46) every week and played last Saturday with Rod Stewart in an England V Scotland game to celebrate his birthday!! (Rod is a huge mate of WGS and really rated MLT). Rod's played for this club for about 15 yrs. He gives us free tickets when he performs in LA.

 

Also played last year against Frank Le Bouef and he remembered his first game for Chelsea was at the Dell!! (1-1).

 

Great thread!

 

Now, Shilts did like a drink or two and represented England in that field as well.

 

Met him in a Chinese very late at night in Bevois Valley.He had a big lad with him..almost minder type..forget name.. I was with family and freinds and joined him at his table...Everyone much the worse for wear..Especially Peter..He was really funny and more than a little naughty towards some of the ladies present in the place.Who did not appear to mind.May have been because of the big minder...Nice fella who then paid the bill much to our attempts to pay for him. Well we didn't try too hard.

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Works as a foreman in Lymington for a local building company, can't remember the name of the firm now though.

 

Did a bit of work on a site he was looking after last summer, didn't know he was an ex Saints player until we moved on to the next job and someone told me he was an FA cup winner.

 

I think it's Dunfords that Peachey works for. I remember that when he was living in Pilley years ago my sister was babysitting for him.

 

I went along and couldn't believe my luck, before he went out he put his video of the 76 Final on for me to watch with after match interviews...considering this was early 80's anyone with a VCR in our village was impressive to me, let alone a Saint!!!

 

Great guy.

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My mate and I were in - The Hut- Chandlers Ford in the mid eighties, Alan Curtis and

his father were there. We approached them, and proceeded to spend a wonderful

couple of hours with them. They were a couple of really nice guys.[ When we all left at

closing time, Alan Curtis said if we ever so him out and about to approach him for a chat]. Unfortunately we never came across him again.

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I think it's Dunfords that Peachey works for. I remember that when he was living in Pilley years ago my sister was babysitting for him.

 

I went along and couldn't believe my luck, before he went out he put his video of the 76 Final on for me to watch with after match interviews...considering this was early 80's anyone with a VCR in our village was impressive to me, let alone a Saint!!!

 

Great guy.

 

Dunfords, that's the one.

 

He seemed like a good bloke when I met him.

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Someone mentioned Kevin Moore earlier on - sadly he's not too well these days with a quite advanced form of alzheimers. I met him a couple of years ago and he was struggling then but I hear it is quite serious now. A nice man and a good servant.

 

That's really bad news

 

I hope he still remembers his goal in the ZDS final

 

:(

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Bitterne Bowl, 1989ish with my mates, I was about to bowl when a rogue ball came bouncing across and hit me on the ankle. Much hilarity from the lane two away from me from Alan Shearer. His mate, who had bowled the offending ball come over and apologised, saying the ball had slipped out of his hand and he'd accidentally chucked it backwards. No worries Franny...

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Reading this tonight it is so obvious that the days of mortal fans mixing in mortal pubs/restaurants etc has now gone.

 

Bloody hell following this thread Peter Shilton seems to have commanded more than his area... more like every watering hole east of the Itchen and west of the Test.

 

Now to name drop some not so famous.

 

In the Dell car park circa 1970, kicking the ball around waiting for autographs - one player who joined in - centre-half, Mick Earls, lovely lad, later got involved in Sholing.

 

Tony Byrne was another while recovering from a broken leg would come into the car park and join in the kickabout. Can you see that happening at SMS?

 

Gentleman Joe Kirkup walking up Hill Lane every morning for training with his umbrella and copy of the Times - he lived in London and commuted via BR. Now living in France.

 

Bryn Elliott - from the 50s ran the best off-licensce in Freemantle and still looking great today despite being well in his 80s

 

Paul Bennett - worked so hard to bring fans and players together - has overseen all our book launches and still doing good "charity" work inthe city.

 

There are so many unsung players - and some of you must know them!

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Why is this a sticky? Surely if people are interested in it, it will stay at the top anyway? What odd moderation.

 

:rolleyes: Someone is a bit jealous! LOL!

 

I remember a summer holiday many years ago now (when Wiltshire saint was a small boy and the summers were long and hot!) when I had a great chance meeting with a Saints legend! To this day some of my mates who i grew up refuse to believe this happened, but my mum can testify to it because she met the chap as well!

 

It was one of those mornings when the sun was burning and you just want to get out there on your bike with your mates and explore the world! When you get your first bike it seems as though the world has incresed in sixe tenfold. places that were far off distant names became close enough for young boys to cycle to. Pack a bottle of squash or lemonade and some biscuits and crisps (the world wasn't so PC in those days and kids could eat **** like that because we played out and cycled everywhere instead of sitting in front of a games console!) and off you go. T-shirts and shorts were the order of the day, no sun cream (it was before the loony PC people made our mothers too scared to send us out!). I remember it was a Sunday and I called round for a friend on my new chopper. He got on his bike (can't remember what it was) and we went round for another friend. Off we set, ready to explore the nearby woods. This was our place of choice. We would dare each other to ride fast across the bumby ground and skid in the mud and leaves! Sometimes we would make ramps with wood that we nicked from our houses. we would lay the wood against a tree stump and see how far we could jump. Anyway, one day we made a great jump and took turns for hours seeing how far and how high we could get. And, as I'm sure you can all picture, the competitive nature of the young boys took over and the ramp got more and more dangerous and we dared each other to jump over broken glass and all sorts. Well, on one of my jumps the bike lost grip and I came off the ramp and fell on the glass. My mats panicked and shot off home leaving me there bleeding from the knee and in tears! I remember it hurt like hell! I picked my sorry little arse up and walked with the chopper back towards home, crying and wimpering along the way. Before I got out of the woods though I heard a voice say "Hey, lad....are you ok". I turned around and who was there.....Keith Cassells. I could not believe my eyes! I told him what had happened and to cut a long story short he put the bike in the back of his car and took me back to my house. Well,as you can imagine, my mum was furious with me for playing so dangerously but was very grateful to Keith (not like today, when he would have been branded a peado). She offerd hima cup of tea and he "No thanks, I must get home". Great days. I'll never forget that.

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Played football at Basingstoke 75/76 with Cliff Huxford....Not only a really hard man, but in training, during games or in the changing, room an absolute inspiration.

Had many chats to a very nice fella who served Saints well and even later in life when I saw him play for Ex Saints in his later years still giving 100%

Saints could do with this type of all action hardman in the middle on Saturday.

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:rolleyes: Someone is a bit jealous! LOL!

 

I remember a summer holiday many years ago now (when Wiltshire saint was a small boy and the summers were long and hot!) when I had a great chance meeting with a Saints legend! To this day some of my mates who i grew up refuse to believe this happened, but my mum can testify to it because she met the chap as well!

 

It was one of those mornings when the sun was burning and you just want to get out there on your bike with your mates and explore the world! When you get your first bike it seems as though the world has incresed in sixe tenfold. places that were far off distant names became close enough for young boys to cycle to. Pack a bottle of squash or lemonade and some biscuits and crisps (the world wasn't so PC in those days and kids could eat **** like that because we played out and cycled everywhere instead of sitting in front of a games console!) and off you go. T-shirts and shorts were the order of the day, no sun cream (it was before the loony PC people made our mothers too scared to send us out!). I remember it was a Sunday and I called round for a friend on my new chopper. He got on his bike (can't remember what it was) and we went round for another friend. Off we set, ready to explore the nearby woods. This was our place of choice. We would dare each other to ride fast across the bumby ground and skid in the mud and leaves! Sometimes we would make ramps with wood that we nicked from our houses. we would lay the wood against a tree stump and see how far we could jump. Anyway, one day we made a great jump and took turns for hours seeing how far and how high we could get. And, as I'm sure you can all picture, the competitive nature of the young boys took over and the ramp got more and more dangerous and we dared each other to jump over broken glass and all sorts. Well, on one of my jumps the bike lost grip and I came off the ramp and fell on the glass. My mats panicked and shot off home leaving me there bleeding from the knee and in tears! I remember it hurt like hell! I picked my sorry little arse up and walked with the chopper back towards home, crying and wimpering along the way. Before I got out of the woods though I heard a voice say "Hey, lad....are you ok". I turned around and who was there.....Keith Cassells. I could not believe my eyes! I told him what had happened and to cut a long story short he put the bike in the back of his car and took me back to my house. Well,as you can imagine, my mum was furious with me for playing so dangerously but was very grateful to Keith (not like today, when he would have been branded a peado). She offerd hima cup of tea and he "No thanks, I must get home". Great days. I'll never forget that.

 

Last I heard, Keith was a Police Officer in Herts.

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:rolleyes: Someone is a bit jealous! LOL!

 

I remember a summer holiday many years ago now (when Wiltshire saint was a small boy and the summers were long and hot!) when I had a great chance meeting with a Saints legend! To this day some of my mates who i grew up refuse to believe this happened, but my mum can testify to it because she met the chap as well!

 

It was one of those mornings when the sun was burning and you just want to get out there on your bike with your mates and explore the world! When you get your first bike it seems as though the world has incresed in sixe tenfold. places that were far off distant names became close enough for young boys to cycle to. Pack a bottle of squash or lemonade and some biscuits and crisps (the world wasn't so PC in those days and kids could eat **** like that because we played out and cycled everywhere instead of sitting in front of a games console!) and off you go. T-shirts and shorts were the order of the day, no sun cream (it was before the loony PC people made our mothers too scared to send us out!). I remember it was a Sunday and I called round for a friend on my new chopper. He got on his bike (can't remember what it was) and we went round for another friend. Off we set, ready to explore the nearby woods. This was our place of choice. We would dare each other to ride fast across the bumby ground and skid in the mud and leaves! Sometimes we would make ramps with wood that we nicked from our houses. we would lay the wood against a tree stump and see how far we could jump. Anyway, one day we made a great jump and took turns for hours seeing how far and how high we could get. And, as I'm sure you can all picture, the competitive nature of the young boys took over and the ramp got more and more dangerous and we dared each other to jump over broken glass and all sorts. Well, on one of my jumps the bike lost grip and I came off the ramp and fell on the glass. My mats panicked and shot off home leaving me there bleeding from the knee and in tears! I remember it hurt like hell! I picked my sorry little arse up and walked with the chopper back towards home, crying and wimpering along the way. Before I got out of the woods though I heard a voice say "Hey, lad....are you ok". I turned around and who was there.....Keith Cassells. I could not believe my eyes! I told him what had happened and to cut a long story short he put the bike in the back of his car and took me back to my house. Well,as you can imagine, my mum was furious with me for playing so dangerously but was very grateful to Keith (not like today, when he would have been branded a peado). She offerd hima cup of tea and he "No thanks, I must get home". Great days. I'll never forget that.

 

Nice story. And perhaps something to help ordinary people to keep a bit of perspective. Most people, who are interested in your welfare, are not necessarily out to get you.

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Someone mentioned Kevin Moore earlier on - sadly he's not too well these days with a quite advanced form of alzheimers. I met him a couple of years ago and he was struggling then but I hear it is quite serious now. A nice man and a good servant.

 

Duncan. Is Kevin Moore's condition known to the PFA..? We may have got involved with Ron, but we also know nothing could be simpler than to alert the PFA to KM's plight, if they are not aware of it.

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I had a few beers at the bar at The Railway Inn, Botley with Peter Osgood towards the end of his life. My girlfriend at the time worked there and he was a regular visitor. He occasionally came in with other 'faces' from the era. Decent bloke - wasn't too keen on Venables' brother, who was with him once or twice, though.

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Having worked at the dell both as a steward and in the players lounge I became quite friendly with a few of the lads. From about 96 onwards I had some great nights / trips out with many from the era and after. I said in a previous post that when Claus and Doddsie left my only connection within the club was big les!

 

I have been lucky enough to goto the masters at Wembley and the party afterwards and from that met people like Zola, Poyet. Other experiences include Players end of season dos on the Isle of Wight, to a certain player throwing up out the window of my motor after a night out in town. There is too many to mention but all have been good.

 

With my profession being IT, I used to get many a phone call asking for assistance, which used to make my stepsons day when he answered the home phone to find out he had just spoken a Saints player.

 

I still speak to a few of the lads especially those still in Soton and some that have moved abroad, the one thing in common is that they all still follow Saints closely!

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How is John? I heard that he couldn't attend the "Constant Paine" launch because he was unwell and due an operation.

John is well on the mend now and looks well. Following a bad run of a hip replacement then an unexpected prostrate operation.

He said he really wanted to be there but had to get his health issues sorted first.

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To be fair Seatbelt, even I thought it a bit odd.

 

I made it a sticky because I wanted everyone to have every chance to tell a Saints story. What better way for that to happen than to make it a sticky. Don't worry, it won't be one forever.

 

But even if it was, what complaint could anyone have..? Surely anyone here would be a **** of the largest proportions if they didn't want to read Saints stories..?

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Played football at Basingstoke 75/76 with Cliff Huxford....Not only a really hard man, but in training, during games or in the changing, room an absolute inspiration.

Had many chats to a very nice fella who served Saints well and even later in life when I saw him play for Ex Saints in his later years still giving 100%

Saints could do with this type of all action hardman in the middle on Saturday.

 

When I was at the Dell as an Amateur I remember a traininng session in the car park. I was a goalkeeper but loved the opportunity to play centre forward. I remember vividly waiting for a ball arriving at chest height and looking to control and pass when next I remember my face on the hard concrete. I thought I had been hit by a steam train. No it was Cliff Huxford. No one ran over to me.No whistle blew. You picked yourself up and you quickly learnt to avoid or give back... Not many tried giving back to Cliff on concrete !!!

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Reading this tonight it is so obvious that the days of mortal fans mixing in mortal pubs/restaurants etc has now gone.

 

Bloody hell following this thread Peter Shilton seems to have commanded more than his area... more like every watering hole east of the Itchen and west of the Test.

 

Now to name drop some not so famous.

 

In the Dell car park circa 1970, kicking the ball around waiting for autographs - one player who joined in - centre-half, Mick Earls, lovely lad, later got involved in Sholing.

 

Tony Byrne was another while recovering from a broken leg would come into the car park and join in the kickabout. Can you see that happening at SMS?

 

Gentleman Joe Kirkup walking up Hill Lane every morning for training with his umbrella and copy of the Times - he lived in London and commuted via BR. Now living in France.

 

Bryn Elliott - from the 50s ran the best off-licensce in Freemantle and still looking great today despite being well in his 80s

 

Paul Bennett - worked so hard to bring fans and players together - has overseen all our book launches and still doing good "charity" work inthe city.

 

There are so many unsung players - and some of you must know them!

 

Yes good lad indeed Duncan, Mick was known as "Irish", for obvious resons, never forget a very late night in Dunkirk after we had just won a Youth tournament and L.Mac took us out to celebrate at this Whiskey club.When asked what he wanted to drink Mick said I'll have a pint of Guinness. We all fell about laughing,but Mick didn't see the funny side.Still i guess you had to be there.

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Duncan. Is Kevin Moore's condition known to the PFA..? We may have got involved with Ron, but we also know nothing could be simpler than to alert the PFA to KM's plight, if they are not aware of it.

 

Mrs Moore is pursuing this currently (she works in the medical field so is well aware).

 

The deterioration has been very rapid over the past couple of years sadly.

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Mrs Moore is pursuing this currently (she works in the medical field so is well aware).

 

The deterioration has been very rapid over the past couple of years sadly.

 

 

Thanks for answering this Belgrave - I was not sure the exact state of play with Kevin and it sounds like his wife is pursuing the right avenues. I don't think many realise just how ill he had become.

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:rolleyes: Someone is a bit jealous! LOL!

 

I remember a summer holiday many years ago now (when Wiltshire saint was a small boy and the summers were long and hot!) when I had a great chance meeting with a Saints legend! To this day some of my mates who i grew up refuse to believe this happened, but my mum can testify to it because she met the chap as well!

 

It was one of those mornings when the sun was burning and you just want to get out there on your bike with your mates and explore the world! When you get your first bike it seems as though the world has incresed in sixe tenfold. places that were far off distant names became close enough for young boys to cycle to. Pack a bottle of squash or lemonade and some biscuits and crisps (the world wasn't so PC in those days and kids could eat **** like that because we played out and cycled everywhere instead of sitting in front of a games console!) and off you go. T-shirts and shorts were the order of the day, no sun cream (it was before the loony PC people made our mothers too scared to send us out!). I remember it was a Sunday and I called round for a friend on my new chopper. He got on his bike (can't remember what it was) and we went round for another friend. Off we set, ready to explore the nearby woods. This was our place of choice. We would dare each other to ride fast across the bumby ground and skid in the mud and leaves! Sometimes we would make ramps with wood that we nicked from our houses. we would lay the wood against a tree stump and see how far we could jump. Anyway, one day we made a great jump and took turns for hours seeing how far and how high we could get. And, as I'm sure you can all picture, the competitive nature of the young boys took over and the ramp got more and more dangerous and we dared each other to jump over broken glass and all sorts. Well, on one of my jumps the bike lost grip and I came off the ramp and fell on the glass. My mats panicked and shot off home leaving me there bleeding from the knee and in tears! I remember it hurt like hell! I picked my sorry little arse up and walked with the chopper back towards home, crying and wimpering along the way. Before I got out of the woods though I heard a voice say "Hey, lad....are you ok". I turned around and who was there.....Keith Cassells. I could not believe my eyes! I told him what had happened and to cut a long story short he put the bike in the back of his car and took me back to my house. Well,as you can imagine, my mum was furious with me for playing so dangerously but was very grateful to Keith (not like today, when he would have been branded a peado). She offerd hima cup of tea and he "No thanks, I must get home". Great days. I'll never forget that.

 

Great story! Some mate you had by the way!

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When I was at the Dell as an Amateur I remember a traininng session in the car park. I was a goalkeeper but loved the opportunity to play centre forward. I remember vividly waiting for a ball arriving at chest height and looking to control and pass when next I remember my face on the hard concrete. I thought I had been hit by a steam train. No it was Cliff Huxford. No one ran over to me.No whistle blew. You picked yourself up and you quickly learnt to avoid or give back... Not many tried giving back to Cliff on concrete !!!

 

Didn't Chopper Harris once say that Cliff was the hardest player he had ever encountered?

 

I see him (Cliff nor Chopper) every now and again when I am in the George at Fair Oak watching a Saints match on the television.

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