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Archie Clarke was chief scout in those days when he died the link between the Done & Dearne boys seemed to stop.
This is correct. He was a clever player but the fans slated him for being too slow. The type of player he was was similar to John GannonUnfortunately I'm not old enough to have seen either of them play for us. I do remember reading in Denis Clarebrough excellent : The First 100 Years, that Barlow was not always appreciated by fans who did not see the work he did covering and marking.
Thats how I remember Frank, decent player when needed though, Salmon is one of the most underrated players we had, we missed him when he moved, wish we had him todayFrank seemed to be in and around the first team,and not sure he ever consistently nailed down a place from memory.
Remember Geoff coming in on the left wing and struggled at first,but with a run in the team became a really good player...gutted when he went to Stoke.
yes your right silent frank barlow became a bit of a target for our boo boys in the 60s but did a lot of the grafting for our technically better midfielders at the time loved geoff salmons and was also gutted when he was sold to stoke brilliant winger with unbelievable pace used to go past right backs as if they wernt thereThis is correct. He was a clever player but the fans slated him for being too slow. The type of player he was was similar to John Gannon
I remember it being announced on News at Ten. I was only a kid. Don't know if it was a slow sports news day or what but both me and my dad looked at each open-mouthed other in amazement. One, because it was little old us and it actually made NaT and two, because it just came out of the blue. No talk of any imminent transfer in the papers or anything in the lead up to it. This in the good old days before the interweb and, I guess, meddling agents.Salmons was my favourite player. I was gutted when he went to Stoke
he was a fabulous fast winger that tormented many a right back .Very quick and tricky but lacked goals but made plenty.I remember it being announced on News at Ten. I was only a kid. Don't know if it was a slow sports news day or what but both me and my dad looked at each open-mouthed other in amazement. One, because it was little old us and it actually made NaT and two, because it just came out of the blue. No talk of any imminent transfer in the papers or anything in the lead up to it. This in the good old days before the interweb and, I guess, meddling agents.
Salmons was my favourite player. I was gutted when he went to Stoke
Fred gave 'em a wallop, no messing, as I'm sure you remember.Frank Barlow must have been good. He is one of only 2 Utd players to have scored a penalty against me (the other was Fred Furniss). Mind you, they are the only 2
I ever faced
Of the 81 invited to Manchester for that get-together early in the 1974-75 season, 47 were destined never to appear for England.When (dirty) Don Revie took over from Ramsey as Ingurland gaffer (‘74?) GS was included in a ‘get together’ of players deemed to be (potential) ‘picks’ for the national team although he never quite made it.
I remeber coming out of work and seeing star poster headlines that Geoff had gone to stoke, felt sick.I remember it being announced on News at Ten. I was only a kid. Don't know if it was a slow sports news day or what but both me and my dad looked at each open-mouthed other in amazement. One, because it was little old us and it actually made NaT and two, because it just came out of the blue. No talk of any imminent transfer in the papers or anything in the lead up to it. This in the good old days before the interweb and, I guess, meddling agents.
(Apologies to those who have seen this story before) After Fred retired he played for Ecclesfield Red Rose (I think), and the team I was playing for drew them in the Cup, early 70s. We we were losing 4-0, Fred had not come over the half-way line, when they got a penalty. As he approached, I was absolutely determined and confident to have my moment of glory, and even more confident as his run-up was actually a walk-up. I saw him move his foot towards the ball, and then heard an ominous sound behind me in the net. I never even saw the ball. My respect for professional footballers went up that day.Fred gave 'em a wallop, no messing, as I'm sure you remember.
Fred used to drop green groceries off at my grandmothers sisters, Lillie, across the road from my grandparents.(Apologies to those who have seen this story before) After Fred retired he played for Ecclesfield Red Rose (I think), and the team I was playing for drew them in the Cup, early 70s. We we were losing 4-0, Fred had not come over the half-way line, when they got a penalty. As he approached, I was absolutely determined and confident to have my moment of glory, and even more confident as his run-up was actually a walk-up. I saw him move his foot towards the ball, and then heard an ominous sound behind me in the net. I never even saw the ball. My respect for professional footballers went up that day.
He wasn’t nice enough to let me save his penalty, though. They were 4-0 upFred used to drop green groceries off at my grandmothers sisters, Lillie, across the road from my grandparents.
In the summers, early sixties, the four of them would sit in the front garden, able to see the sisters house.
When Fred arrived he would pop the goods in Lille's house then cross the road and sit and chat a while, even my grandmother, a lovely lady but could be critical and judge mental thought Fred was a very nice man, that's good enough for me.
Should never have sold him! Brilliant player.I remeber coming out of work and seeing star poster headlines that Geoff had gone to stoke, felt sick.
Flogging him (165k) was the beginning of the (long) decline
Fred used to drop green groceries off at my grandmothers sisters, Lillie, across the road from my grandparents.
In the summers, early sixties, the four of them would sit in the front garden, able to see the sisters house.
When Fred arrived he would pop the goods in Lille's house then cross the road and sit and chat a while, even my grandmother, a lovely lady but could be critical and judge mental thought Fred was a very nice man, that's good enough for me.
Not sure Fred was playing for Red Rose in early 70's. He was approaching 50 by then, and Red Rose were still a top side locally having just made the leap from Sheffield Amateur League into the old Hatchard league (1st step on senior football ladder).(Apologies to those who have seen this story before) After Fred retired he played for Ecclesfield Red Rose (I think), and the team I was playing for drew them in the Cup, early 70s. We we were losing 4-0, Fred had not come over the half-way line, when they got a penalty. As he approached, I was absolutely determined and confident to have my moment of glory, and even more confident as his run-up was actually a walk-up. I saw him move his foot towards the ball, and then heard an ominous sound behind me in the net. I never even saw the ball. My respect for professional footballers went up that day.
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