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Back when £30 a week was a good wage and a modest semi would set you back around two grand, my Dad was a professional footballer.
He began his career at Leicester City in the 60's where he had the privelege to play alongside the likes of Frank Mclintock and Gordon Banks.
From there he moved to Hull City for a couple of seasons before being transferred to Scunthorpe united.
It was at Scunthorpe that he met and played with the great Kevin keegan.
Kevin was the player who stayed behind after training to hone his shooting skills - he had more motivation than any other player my Dad has ever known. And it clearly paid off when a Liverpool scout came looking.
My Dad's 'claim to fame' is described in Mr. Keegan's autobiography when, on a golf course, Keegan sliced a vicious shot off the tee and the ball smacked my Dad straight in the mush.
In a recent, Scunthorpe-based poll, my Dad was chosen in an all-time Scunthorpe United fantasy team.
Graham Taylor, then of Lincoln City, made my Dad his first signing at Sincil Bank.
He was forced into early retirement through cartliage problems but was awarded a testimonial against Ipswich Town.
I was at that game. Cooper, Mills, Butcher, Gates, Wymark, Mariner.... It finished 2-2.
Retiring to Cornwall my Dad got me signed up with the Newquay boys team. I enjoyed it but we never won anything.
Then, after much persuasion, my Dad took over managing at Under-15 level.
He revolutionised training, changed the positions of the most of the side, and, in two consecutive seasons we won everything there was to win.
Nobody actually knew at the time, but my Dad had taken and achieved his professional coaching badges some years previous, but had become disillusioned with football and didn't bother to stay in the game.
He then organised a tour to Bournemouth, during which we were fortunate enough to visit The Dell for a Southampton home game in Division One. As we waited in the crowd, pre-kick-off, my Dad disappeared for a few minutes. On returning he beckoned us to follow him and lead us down to the Southampton changing rooms where we met all the players. At the time, Southampton's manager was none other than Mr. Keegan. I'm not sure how my Dad swung that but for the majority of us lads it was a fantastic experience.
Throughout my life, my Dad has hardly ever spoke of his footballing life, despite numerous opportunities at social gatherings. He is a very modest man.
My Dad now lives in Spain where he has some health problems. I don't get to visit as much as I would like to.
With some digging and delving I'm sure I could find a lot more stories pertaining to my Dad's career in football, but for now I just wanted to say.... Dad, I'm proud of you.

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Great post Rover!

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The campaign starts here for him to be the next England manager!! 

great post!

Immense post.  My Dad is a plumber.

What a great post, a fantastic read Rover :)

Stunning post.

Bet ya if you asked him he'd have some cool stories though. We hardly ever ask our Dad's about what they've done in the past assuming they've either always done what they do now or haven't really done anything.

Fantastic post Rover.

My Dad was a pure tosser, hope one of my sons can write so well of me one day.

Geo.

If you asked my dad what he had achieved during his lifetime he would probably say "Oh nothing much" The truth is he, along with my mother managed to raise 5 children under incredibly difficult circumstances.

While my parents struggled and worried, they shield us from the harsher realities of life. Although we worked hard and had very few material things, our childhoods were filled with adventure, wonder, laughter and love. We truly lived a life less ordinary.

Respect to my dad and mam, they gave us the things that money can't buy, it's a debt we will never repay.

Just a Bump for this idea!!

Geo

It is a very nice post you are very lucky to have a dad to be proud of. I hope you tell him to his face too with a big cuddle.x

Sorted.

What a stunning Post by Rover, &  lovely thread. I don't go into Betting Board every day, or I'd have moved it across sooner.

Keegan? He was playing for Scnunthorpe when they were away to Brentford one day, cocky little so & so I thought, but he coulden't 'arf play. Scored against us too, I think.

As to Dads, so many of us loved our Dads dearly, & when they've gone upstairs, we all wish we'd been better Sons.

My Dad was a God, brother, best mate, the lot. No angel mind, but who cares?

You are a top bloke Rover.

great post rover.


absolutely true, i got stuck with the job of driving my granny and grandad to scotland last year and wasn't to happy about the 6 hour drive. But about 10 minutes after being on the motorway we got onto their life stories and it just didn't stop for the entire journey and it was probably the most interesting and funny 6 hours i've had in a long time. My granny was in the same class as stanley matthews at school, i can't beleive i never knew that until recently.

My dad is a pure tosser aswell!!!

Nice post though rover!

What an absolutely lovely post, it makes me think of my own dad whom I am very proud of too.

The funny thing is that I must have spent more time with him in the last two years of his life when I was looking after him than I had in the previous fifty. We learnt a tremendous amount about each other and achieved a mutual respect that neither of us would have ever thought possible just a few short years before.

My Dad was a Train driver. How proud, & jealous, am I?

I wanted to do the same, but he would not have it.

"Nah, the Railways are going downhill (how right was he!), I want you to have a proper job".

"What's a proper job?", I asked him one day.

"Like where you wear a suit, like the big knobs do".

So instead of a Train Driver, or Fireman as I'd have started as, I became a Builders Merchant's Apprentice. Got Certificates for it, know how many fletton or Class A Staffordshire Blue bricks in a ton, the British Standard for Cast Iron Manhole Covers & Frames (BS 497 it used to be, & the old Double Triangular was my favourite), the full range of three-quarter section bends in salt-glazed earthenware drains, the difference between a "P" Trap, ""S" Trap, & "U" Trap bends on a WC Pan, and I'm big into 24" x 24" concrete paving slabs, & half-battered kerbs, not to mention Carlite Browning, Thistle Board Finish, & 3/4" plasterboard as opposed to laths, High Tensile & Mild steel reinforcing (6mm, 8mm, 10mm, 12,m 16mm, 20mm, 25mm, 32mm & 40mm in 40' lengths) and B1143 Mesh Reinforcement, to BS 4483.  Been well handy, that. And I spent the last 40 years rueing not being a train driver. To this very day. But Dad was well proud of me, that's all that matters.

Life can be cruel, but it generally works out OK.

Work on it. You'll regret if you don't. I promise.

interesting fact about the railways tikay..

They have their own private phone network, it's worth a huge amount but they use it for a few private calls a day or something.

Are Dads memory are very special.

My dad was a teacher,and when I was young he would not hear of my mum going to work. We lived in a three bedded victorian terraced house, my perents five children, and two lodgers...................don't ask me how.

Also to bring  more money into the house,dad worked in a pub at weekends.

But Dad owned his ow house, had he's own car, gave us a holiday most years, and paid for us children to go to private convent until eleven.

EDUCATION EDUCATION EDUCATION.

Fantastic post rover, and I'm sure your dad is very proud of you too.

My Da ............

Bank Robber, Hooligan, Alcoholic, Degenerate Gambler,

All good trais I'm sure you'd agree!

Ohh I he was also a bus driver, train driver, conductor and taxi driver.  Glutton for punnishment.

Un-interesting  facts about manhole covers number 275

You cannot drop a round manhole cover down its own hole, whereas you can with any other shaped one.

Great post Trevor.

Your must be really proud of your dad:) very good post indeed!!

Rover, if you ever get the chance organise a meal for your Dad (his birthday maybe) and some of his mates from his playing days. We had one for mine, invited 3 of his oldest football mates and their wives, and my Mum spent weeks scanning her collection of newspaper cuttings into an album.... I've never laughed as much or been as entertained. A dinner to sit there, shut up and listen to some people who have lived a life I'd have loved to (2 left feet though) & who all seem to have great recall of people they've played with and against.

I heard stories that would have been front page then, would still make the press now & it was fantastic - we did it for my Dad & I think I got the most out of it.

What a great post to start this thread.  :respect: I work for my father in the plumbing and heating business, in the last three years he has had two lots of heart surgery including a triple heart bypass, and is due to go under the knife again in two weeks for a more minor op. During this time he has been to work almost constantly even against our wishes, he worries about the employees and how they will pay their bills more than he worries about his own health, much to my own dismay. It seems that our dads are a breed apart and I hope that one day I can be half the man mine is.

I must say thats a great post Rover hope you find out as much as you can about his playing days just for your own knowledge.

A fine post Rover, it reminded me to phone up my old dad. As with many families I guess, we dont talk enough.

Cracking post Rover

Pete was asking what your Dad's name is?

As we live 2 minutes from the scunny football ground,and Pete was born in Lincoln and a big Lincoln city fan,would be intrested to know.

regards
Shelly

What about a single tringular?

Very apt post this is on today of all days... It would be my dad's 57th today, however he passed away a good few years ago.

Miss you like anything dad

Well said amcgrathuk
dads are a thing to be respected and loved no mater what they have done
Mines passed away last year and love him still but life goes on  no mater how what chit that happens  so read my next thread and you will know