My Dad retired and moved to Cloughton, a small town between Whitby in Scarborough. He used to walk his dog on the beach early mornings and have his breakfast in a cafe adjacent to Scarborough harbour.
There he met Kevin McCabe and some other down to earth blokes who became a new friendship base for him.
I met my Dad at the Copthorne one Friday night, as we often did before home games, and McCabe came over. He told us to rock up at 9am the following morning and he gave us a tour of the ground, which included walking in the dressing rooms and sitting in the manager’s dugout where he took a photo of me and my Dad together.
That same morning he invited us up to Shirecliffe and took us behind the scenes there. I didn’t see any first team players but saw some of the younger lads take part in a training session. We had a cracking day until the match itself. We drew and Chris O’Grady scored.
My Dad formed a good friendship with McCabe, they didn’t see each other outside of the cafe and the Copthorne, but exchanged numbers. As my Dad’s mobility deteriorated McCabe reserved him a parking space at Bramall Lane on match days.
My Dad died in July and Kevin came to his funeral and the do afterwards at Scarborough rugby club. I appreciate he divides opinion on here but he was a brilliant, genuine bloke to my Dad and good company.