Lovely post.(Apologies, mods: used to be a 'snuffed it' thread but just can't find it.)
Pat Sullivan died early last week. It wasn't unexpected - he'd just turned 94 and had been in poor health for a while.
Uncle Pat was brought over to Liverpool as a baby in the 20's and started watching the Blues with his older brothers in around 1931 (he thought!). He didn't get to the '33 cup final but remembered cheering the team on their return to the city.
Pat's Blue heroes were Dean, Mercer and Lawton.
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After the war, he said, he was struck by Collins and, later Kay and Bally. In his view, the '63 team were the best, closely followed by the '69 / '70 crew.
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Pat was a quiet man who remained single. His social life was based on the old Irish Centre till it closed. He worked on the docks for a number of years and then at "The sugar place". He never bothered arguing with Reds - "Ah Jesus, what would those boys know?" He would have two bottles of the stout on a Saturday night and would get himself to Mass on Sundays and Holy Days (even after it became unfashionable!), though he wast by no means a a holy joe.
Pat was an ordinary, quiet bloke - one of the hundreds of thousands who were and are part of the weft and warp of the Club. An awful lot of you will know many blokes just like him: quiet, determined, stalwart.
He'll have his funeral Mass in a couple of weeks in Wicklow where his story started.
Lovely post.
I have just popped into the Carrig Inn in Kilincarrig Co Wicklow and I will toast his memory with a nice pint of Beamish stout.
Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam dílis!!
A postscript to my earlier message..I met Will, another Evertonian, and shared this thread with him. Pints were raised in the memory of your uncle!!
God bless him.
(Apologies, mods: used to be a 'snuffed it' thread but just can't find it.)
Pat Sullivan died early last week. It wasn't unexpected - he'd just turned 94 and had been in poor health for a while.
Uncle Pat was brought over to Liverpool as a baby in the 20's and started watching the Blues with his older brothers in around 1931 (he thought!). He didn't get to the '33 cup final but remembered cheering the team on their return to the city.
Pat's Blue heroes were Dean, Mercer and Lawton.
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After the war, he said, he was struck by Collins and, later Kay and Bally. In his view, the '63 team were the best, closely followed by the '69 / '70 crew.
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Pat was a quiet man who remained single. His social life was based on the old Irish Centre till it closed. He worked on the docks for a number of years and then at "The sugar place". He never bothered arguing with Reds - "Ah Jesus, what would those boys know?" He would have two bottles of the stout on a Saturday night and would get himself to Mass on Sundays and Holy Days (even after it became unfashionable!), though he wast by no means a a holy joe.
Pat was an ordinary, quiet bloke - one of the hundreds of thousands who were and are part of the weft and warp of the Club. An awful lot of you will know many blokes just like him: quiet, determined, stalwart.
He'll have his funeral Mass in a couple of weeks in Wicklow where his story started.