Happy birthday Jim Brown

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Bit random I know. When I'm bored I browse wiki pages on players from yesteryear and looked up this bloke who was between the sticks in 75 when I first started watching. Just happened to notice he's 67 today.

Quite an interesting read - he helped get the then chairman who was defrauding Chezzie sent down in 2005.
 



And scored the winner against them direct from his kick at Saltergate
 
What's Jim Brown's favourite brand of cigarettes?

Those of us of a certain age will instantly know...

No phoning a friend!!
 
Happy Birthday J.B. great keeper.
Tom McAllister was a hero of mine and we were in the BLUT that game. I’m sure it was that end when the RM incident happened. I came away from that game shellshocked.
 
Fantastic shot stopper as i remember, prone to the odd crazy mistake & not the best on crosses. As i remember he was an improvement on John Hope who had become a bit of a liability.
 
I remember him as I first went with my Grandad but maybe 1973-4 season initially.He'd smoke those with John Cutbush and others. Bet he's chuffed we're in the Premier League again.
 



He made a double save in a match against Chelsea the likes of witch I've never seen before or since , turning a fierce shot onto the inside of the post then hurling himself to the opposite side of the net to parry a half volley from a Chelsea player on the rebound ( Wilkins , Hollins ? )

Absolutely incredible .
 
Happy Birthday J.B. great keeper.
Tom McAllister was a hero of mine and we were in the BLUT that game. I’m sure it was that end when the RM incident happened. I came away from that game shellshocked.

Kop?
 
I've told this story on here before. 23rd March, 1977. Me and a mate went to see the Blades at Hereford in a midweek game in Division Two (I was even dafter back then...). The coach - as usual - arrived ridiculously early so we had several hours to get pissed. We drew 2-2 and had time for a couple more drinks after the game. Except we didn't. Our coach had gone so we went to the ground where the team bus hadn't yet departed.

We collared our manager - Jimmy Sirrel - and asked for a lift back to BDTBL and he kindly agreed. He possibly thought 'Och, why not? These two laddies have come all this way to support their team.' (Or - more likely - 'We'd better get these two half-pissed dickheads back to the psych. ward...')

A card school between the players started and flashy Simon Stainrod was winning and Jim Brown was losing - heavily. Stainrod started taking the piss out of Brown, and Jim was getting ever more wound up (“It is never difficult to distinguish between with a Scotsman with a grievance and a ray of sunshine.” P G Wodehouse :D). Browny jumped up, removed one of his shoes and threatened to '&&%$£& brain you Stainrod, you &^%&*$£ &*^%!!!'

Back at the ground, Mr Sirrel drove us both home and disappeared into the night (no doubt thinking what a bunch of idiots his players - and supporters - were!)
 
My early memories of Jim Brown were singing the tune to the chorus of “Son of my father” by Chicory Tip.
‘Oh Jimmy Jimmy....Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy, Jimmy Brown.

Another memory was how he’d often role the ball out to our right back John Cutbush.
 

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