I should coco
A little harsh on a well meaning body of men
Andy died last Wednesday, after a short fight with cancer. He had a heart transplant 9 years ago and remained on a cocktail of drugs to prevent rejection, which unforunately limited treatment options. It's only 3 weeks ago, sincei he stood outside the Cremorne, Guiness in hand, ridiculing all things Pig.
He was 62, and leaves a son, daughter and 3 grandkids. Sadly, his wife Rebecca only died last year, so the kids have had both barrels.
Andy had a career in sales and could talk bollocks with the best of them. His pithy one liner put downs, will live long in the memory of those who knew him. He made you laugh, then laugh again and he always had to get in the last word. You couldn't really fall out with him, whatever he said and did, because ultimately he was a gennuine bloke. He loved his family, his mates and United and will be very sorely missed.
I met him when I was 7 in Anston, and went to matches, innitially with our dads, then on our own from early teens. We had plenty of eventful away games, getting the odd smack here and there, but Andy really held the torch. and carried on going away to most games, until the end of last year.
Even if you didn't know him, you might have been overtaken in the 80s and 90s, by a Sierra doing 100mph, or maybe you remember his flag in the rain at S6 in 92.
RIP Andy, you daft bastard.
He was 62, and leaves a son, daughter and 3 grandkids. Sadly, his wife Rebecca only died last year, so the kids have had both barrels.
Andy had a career in sales and could talk bollocks with the best of them. His pithy one liner put downs, will live long in the memory of those who knew him. He made you laugh, then laugh again and he always had to get in the last word. You couldn't really fall out with him, whatever he said and did, because ultimately he was a gennuine bloke. He loved his family, his mates and United and will be very sorely missed.
I met him when I was 7 in Anston, and went to matches, innitially with our dads, then on our own from early teens. We had plenty of eventful away games, getting the odd smack here and there, but Andy really held the torch. and carried on going away to most games, until the end of last year.
Even if you didn't know him, you might have been overtaken in the 80s and 90s, by a Sierra doing 100mph, or maybe you remember his flag in the rain at S6 in 92.
RIP Andy, you daft bastard.