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Of course mate. Pass me another hankie ffs. Lovely speech.He is superb as a club ambassador. I am sure even his harshest critics would concede that point.
Of course mate. Pass me another hankie ffs. Lovely speech.He is superb as a club ambassador. I am sure even his harshest critics would concede that point.
boss that mate nice oneRight, bear with me, I might waffle a bit...
Howard Kendall.
To me, he was all manner of things. As a 11 yr old kid, in 1981, he was one of my dad's idols, coming back to us. A legend coming back to fix us. We were awful back then. Really bad. You youngsters fuming today really have no idea!
Back then, dad took me everywhere. Home and aways (Except 'far ones' on a school night) I was there. I remember being outside the players entrance, pissed wet through, as the coach arrived. Dad offering words of encouragement to the lads, shaking Howards hand and wishing him luck. No matter how bad we were, my dad and his mates, and me, would be there.
One of dads mates worked at the club, nothing special just a normal job, and through him, dad became mates with Howard and the players. So as we gathered momentum and took all before us, I kind of got swept along. Name a big game from then, I was there. Dad's friendship with Howard grew too. So, as we conquered all, I felt more of a part of it because dad knew Howard, celebrated our successes with him, right there, right at the heart of it. Players lounge after games, me wandering amongst my heroes. My idols. It was a magical time for all of us. I will never forget a minute.
Then Howard left. Then he came back, left, and came back again. We know the history of those times. Howard never changed though, he was still Howard. He still had the same steely determination, the same desire and passion. It just wasn't to be. Howard though, well he just carried on being Howard.
He still enjoyed a drink, with the same lads, in the same bar. He still stopped to talk to everyone, he still had that warm smile and glint on his eye. He still remembered me, 30 yrs after I first met him, when I last spoke to him last year, he asked how dad was and smiled, a glint in his eye, "good times lad, good times" he said.
"The best of times Howard, the very best of times. Thank you"
RIP Gaffer. I will never forget the joy you gave me and my dad, and all of us.
Thank you.
Just when I thought I'd composed myself your post set me off again.
Sake!
That's a lovely, touching post.
I'd love to give Colin Harvey a hug. I'm sure drink is flowing though tonight.
Wonderful that Atletico Bilbao sent two representatives, lovely words in the article too.
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Jesus Christ Tommy.Right, bewaffle a bit...
Howard Kendall.
To me, he was all manner of things. As a 11 yr old kid, in 1981, he was one of my dad's idols, coming back to us. A legend coming back to fix us. We were awful back then. Really bad. You youngsters fuming today really have no idea!
Back then, dad took me everywhere. Home and aways (Except 'far ones' on a school night) I was there. I remember being outside the players entrance, pissed wet through, as the coach arrived. Dad offering words of encouragement to the lads, shaking Howards hand and wishing him luck. No matter how bad we were, my dad and his mates, and me, would be there.
One of dads mates worked at the club, nothing special just a normal job, and through him, dad became mates with Howard and the players. So as we gathered momentum and took all before us, I kind of got swept along. Name a big game from then, I was there. Dad's friendship with Howard grew too. So, as we conquered all, I felt more of a part of it because dad knew Howard, celebrated our successes with him, right there, right at the heart of it. Players lounge after games, me wandering amongst my heroes. My idols. It was a magical time for all of us. I will never forget a minute.
Then Howard left. Then he came back, left, and came back again. We know the history of those times. Howard never changed though, he was still Howard. He still had the same steely determination, the same desire and passion. It just wasn't to be. Howard though, well he just carried on being Howard.
He still enjoyed a drink, with the same lads, in the same bar. He still stopped to talk to everyone, he still had that warm smile and glint on his eye. He still remembered me, 30 yrs after I first met him, when I last spoke to him last year, he asked how dad was and smiled, a glint in his eye, "good times lad, good times" he said.
"The best of times Howard, the very best of times. Thank you"
RIP Gaffer. I will never forget the joy you gave me and my dad, and all of us.
Thank you.
It could not have been any other way.
Howard was also one of us.
Jeez, thanks for the love on this guys.Christ... Bill... not his biggest fan, but on days like today, who'd want anybody else representing Everton FC?
Yes mate. Not many can doubt BIll is one of us. Wish him all the best in his apparent battle, as he alluded to, in his speech.Jeez, thanks for the love on this guys.
Guess it takes something like this for all Blues to come together, eh.
Onwards and upwards now, ffs.
Right, bear with me, I might waffle a bit...
Howard Kendall.
To me, he was all manner of things. As a 11 yr old kid, in 1981, he was one of my dad's idols, coming back to us. A legend coming back to fix us. We were awful back then. Really bad. You youngsters fuming today really have no idea!
Back then, dad took me everywhere. Home and aways (Except 'far ones' on a school night) I was there. I remember being outside the players entrance, pissed wet through, as the coach arrived. Dad offering words of encouragement to the lads, shaking Howards hand and wishing him luck. No matter how bad we were, my dad and his mates, and me, would be there.
One of dads mates worked at the club, nothing special just a normal job, and through him, dad became mates with Howard and the players. So as we gathered momentum and took all before us, I kind of got swept along. Name a big game from then, I was there. Dad's friendship with Howard grew too. So, as we conquered all, I felt more of a part of it because dad knew Howard, celebrated our successes with him, right there, right at the heart of it. Players lounge after games, me wandering amongst my heroes. My idols. It was a magical time for all of us. I will never forget a minute.
Then Howard left. Then he came back, left, and came back again. We know the history of those times. Howard never changed though, he was still Howard. He still had the same steely determination, the same desire and passion. It just wasn't to be. Howard though, well he just carried on being Howard.
He still enjoyed a drink, with the same lads, in the same bar. He still stopped to talk to everyone, he still had that warm smile and glint on his eye. He still remembered me, 30 yrs after I first met him, when I last spoke to him last year, he asked how dad was and smiled, a glint in his eye, "good times lad, good times" he said.
"The best of times Howard, the very best of times. Thank you"
RIP Gaffer. I will never forget the joy you gave me and my dad, and all of us.
Thank you.
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