LSF
Active Member
I was at Dronfield Sports Centre gym at 7am today (on my day off, sad I know) and whilst on the crosstrainer staring out of the large picture window enjoying the green hills in distance, who should stroll up to the Civic Centre bus stop below but Paul Beesley.
'The Beez' scanned the bus timetable and sat down with a bottle of orange and took out his Daily Star (only 20p!). He was obviously on his way to work in what looked like a building or plastering type job, due to the mucky state of his clothing.
It set me thinking that if Beez had enjoyed the equivalent of his career nowadays, the rewards would have meant he probably wouldn't have been at a bus stop at daft o'clock on his way to some manual graft.
PB probably enjoyed a 10 year career in the Championship and Premiership (or old Div1&2) and earened more than the average joe in the street, but obviously not enough to proverbially put his feet up and live off his footie earnings.
If he'd had the equivalent career with the same teams and transfers he enjoyed back then, he'd more than likely be living off the interest and doing whatever he fancied to fill his time.
As he was reading the back page of his shockingly tat rag i wondered what was going through his mind as he mused through the crap about the modern day footballer and their non football lives so prevalent on today's back (and front) pages!
It was kind of surreal seeing a bloke whose name I'd chanted on many occasions just waiting for his bus to take him to graft.....
'The Beez' scanned the bus timetable and sat down with a bottle of orange and took out his Daily Star (only 20p!). He was obviously on his way to work in what looked like a building or plastering type job, due to the mucky state of his clothing.
It set me thinking that if Beez had enjoyed the equivalent of his career nowadays, the rewards would have meant he probably wouldn't have been at a bus stop at daft o'clock on his way to some manual graft.
PB probably enjoyed a 10 year career in the Championship and Premiership (or old Div1&2) and earened more than the average joe in the street, but obviously not enough to proverbially put his feet up and live off his footie earnings.
If he'd had the equivalent career with the same teams and transfers he enjoyed back then, he'd more than likely be living off the interest and doing whatever he fancied to fill his time.
As he was reading the back page of his shockingly tat rag i wondered what was going through his mind as he mused through the crap about the modern day footballer and their non football lives so prevalent on today's back (and front) pages!
It was kind of surreal seeing a bloke whose name I'd chanted on many occasions just waiting for his bus to take him to graft.....
