I was on the park that day, thousands of young blues running amoc delirious with joy. I actually kissed Labby and the Golden Vision, both were my heroes. Many years later I reminded Brian of the event having played golf with him on a charity day. Later that evening when the awards were being given out he announced to everyone that he was about to repay a debt, he came up behind me and without warning gave me a smacker on my cheek................I nearly turned gay didn't wash for a week!
Tony Kay was exceptional, great distribution, rock hard tackler and could run all day. Roy Vernon was always last on the pitch and could be seen putting his cigarette out at the side of the pitch before running on, he nearly always lit up before he reached the tunnel at half time. Vernon is still the best pen taker I ever saw in a blue jersey.
I will never forget those lads coming to the directors box having eventually escaped the fans on the pitch, the roar that went up could be heard all over Merseyside. My old fella worked on a dredger and he heard the roar on the river. In those days we had crowds in the 70,000 range for the big matches a different time, a different era that has provided me with many many happy memories.
How many recall the pen, being carried out in the crowd leaving the park end feet off the ground and lifted in the crush, matches in the fog both ends shouting out the scorers as at times you just couldn't see and the devilish dirty Don Revie bunch of Leeds (unprintable) team and the battle of Goodison. That winter 1962/63 saw the river freeze and some clubs used dozens of coal burning braziers to thaw pitches. The urine smell could be overwhelming as lads used to roll up newspapers into cones then drop them on the floor when filled others just didn't use the papers ha ha ha. great memories but things have changed for the supporters and for the better.
One thing I do miss is the football pink, it was off the presses lightning quick, first ones went on sale at about half five, they can't do that now but they did then. Ah well back to the knackers yard