FYT
Carpe Dieme
Feeling very very sad. I crossed paths with Gordon Banks on two occasions in my life. He was a close friend of my Uncle Sid growing up and at school in Tinsley, Sheffield. They played football together.
As Sheffield United ticket holders Sid took me and my cousin, Dean to the games and this particular Saturday we were at home to Stoke. It was back in the days when the opposition team coach would pull up in the street for the players to disembark and walk to the ground.
As Gordon Banks got off the coach, Sid shouted him and over he came to speak to him and be introduced to Dean and I. A jaw dropping moment I have never forgotten.
Some years later, as the golf professional at Keighley Golf Club in West Yorkshire, I was filming the players of a celebrity am on one of the tees prior to giving video playback lessons in the Club before dinner later that evening. Gordon was one of the players. When he came over for me to explain his golf I said, Sid Cooper sends his regards, to which he replied, ‘how do you know Sid’, and I recited the story of two children meeting him as he got off the Stoke City coach 20 odd years ago. He remembered and wasn’t interested in his golf swing, or the queue of people waiting for their analysis, just my Uncle Sid.
Another of the great gentlemen of sport leaves us. The world would be a better place with more like Gordon Banks in it.
RIP Banksy
As Sheffield United ticket holders Sid took me and my cousin, Dean to the games and this particular Saturday we were at home to Stoke. It was back in the days when the opposition team coach would pull up in the street for the players to disembark and walk to the ground.
As Gordon Banks got off the coach, Sid shouted him and over he came to speak to him and be introduced to Dean and I. A jaw dropping moment I have never forgotten.
Some years later, as the golf professional at Keighley Golf Club in West Yorkshire, I was filming the players of a celebrity am on one of the tees prior to giving video playback lessons in the Club before dinner later that evening. Gordon was one of the players. When he came over for me to explain his golf I said, Sid Cooper sends his regards, to which he replied, ‘how do you know Sid’, and I recited the story of two children meeting him as he got off the Stoke City coach 20 odd years ago. He remembered and wasn’t interested in his golf swing, or the queue of people waiting for their analysis, just my Uncle Sid.
Another of the great gentlemen of sport leaves us. The world would be a better place with more like Gordon Banks in it.
RIP Banksy
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