What's your dullest anecdote about meeting a footballer?

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Saw Verrips walking out of Two Steps about 2 hours before kick off in his training kit

I asked him what he went for, he said 'small fish and chips', i said good luck today, he said 'thanks'

... also saw Egan walking his dog in the peaks, i said 'hi', he said 'alright'. Fascinating stuff
 
I was once in a line at Millmoor to get Bill Shankley‘s autograph ( I must have been about 13 years old) He signed about 10 programmes in front of me and just as it was my turn he put his pen in his pocket and fecked off. I haven’t asked anyone for an autograph ever since. The twat. UTB
 
I saw Ashley Sestanovich doing some high intensity training in streatham in June 2005. He was off like a rocket down the street, left the people running after him for dust. Always thought it was good he was training to get his career back on track.
 
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If I'm allowed a dull referee anecdote? I once saw Howard Webb in a Rotherham away end one Saturday afternoon, and asked him if the Millers were going to win. He half nodded in my direction then turned back to his mate. I still regale this cherished story to much merriment with my friends (both of them).
 
I was once in a line at Millmoor to get Bill Shankley‘s autograph ( I must have been about 13 years old) He signed about 10 programmes in front of me and just as it was my turn he put his pen in his pocket and fecked off. I haven’t asked anyone for an autograph ever since. The twat. UTB
Not football but this happened to me when I was about 4 at the City Hall watching Orville and Keith Harris. They invited all the kids to the front, shook hands with every one of them, it got to my turn and he just fucked off and started a song. As Cuddles the Monkey used to say, "I hate that cunt".
 
Did my MBA with Marcelo’s Mrs, who was stunning, at Sheffield Hallam in 1999. He used to turn up to Uni socials occasionally. Nice bloke. My crap conversational skills blended well with his pigeon English.
 
Did my MBA with Marcelo’s Mrs, who was stunning, at Sheffield Hallam in 1999. He used to turn up to Uni socials occasionally. Nice bloke. My crap conversational skills blended well with his pigeon English.
They Lived across the road from me whilst he played for us and yes his mrs is Beautiful but then my mrs fancied him too
 
Used to be mates with Tony Agana. Been out for drinks with him numerous times. Haven't seen him in years, though.
Saw Brian Howard in the car park after the Palace match on the last day of the season. Said 'Alright Brian', and he gave me a thumbs-up.
Used to see Cloughy regularly walking his dog at the park on a Sunday morning. We used to talk about said dog and how much my daughter liked her.
Saw McCabe in the car park before the Palace match on the last day of the season. Stupidly thanked him for all he'd done for the club. He basked in the glory like some kind of emperor.
Saw Ryan Flynn at the opening of Genting Casino.
Saw Andre Villas-Boas at Gatwick after coming back from honeymoon.
Saw Morgs in Debenhams and had my photo taken with him. A mate of mine said we looked like Bert and Ernie from Sesame Street.
Saw Killa at the train station getting some money out. I asked him not to leave. He laughed and said he wouldn't. Fucking liar.
Used to see Warnock regularly as he lived near me.
Saw Billy at Tesco on Archer Road after a game. He was wearing flip-flops and buying a crate of beer with his mate. Said hello to him.
Saw Steve Howard at a DCFC fun day. Told him I was a Blade and said he must never join the Pigs. He laughed and said no chance. Another fucking liar.
Saw Bradley Johnson in the park with his family, walking his dog. He looks like a right rough bastard in the flesh.
 
I once saw Glyn Hodges in Bawtry. We were both killing time looking in shop windows while our respective other halves were busy actually shopping.
Our eyes met.
I nodded the smallest of nods.
He just looked away.

Met loads of players as a kid hanging around waiting for autographs. Kenworthy was my hero.

Derek French once stopped his car & flagged me down ‘cos he thought the car behind him & in front of me had crashed off the road.
It had just turned left.

Saw Chris Armstrong filling his car up at Morrisons in Catcliffe - about 100 yards from where I had my Derek French experience.
 

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