Howard Kendall RIP

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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.
boss that mate nice one
 
Just when I thought I'd composed myself your post set me off again.

Sake!

That's a lovely, touching post.
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It was a fantastic send off for a Great Great man. Can you imagine the Welcome he will receive up above...... from all our friends and family members who have passed away over the years.That is going to be ONE HELL OF A PARTY.
 
Beautiful and absolutely perfect.

My Everton Heaven

Lift your head please no more tears
And think of all those happy years
I'm in a place that i'm content
To my Everton heaven i've been sent

Where Everton fans live on forever
Loyal and true we're all together
And in my heaven of royal blue
I wear a smile and think of you

Every game that Everton play
These fans are with them all the way
Cheering on from high above
For the boys in blue the team we love

So live your life and please don't dwell
And be at peace i'm safe and well
Amongst my friends decked out in blue
In my Everton heaven i wait for you
 
Just got home from a very long day in work.
Only access was my phone and you guys posting.
Spent the last hour catching up with todays procedings.
Big lump in me throat from Big Dunc , Inchy ,Reidy,etc and especially from Bill.
The turnout was nothing short of fantastic.The club as usual on these occasions did it "the right way".
Really makes me proud to be a blue seeing the fitting tribute to Howard today.
Howard Kendall.
What a player,what a manager,what a guy R.I.P. Legend.
 
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.
Jesus Christ Tommy.

That's it I'm done - raising a glass to Howard tonight.

NSNO
 
Christ... Bill... not his biggest fan, but on days like today, who'd want anybody else representing Everton FC?
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.

Well said mate. I identify with everything you've said especially the bit when after so long not seeing him he asked how your dad was. He'd do often do the same with me if he hadn't seen me or my dad in a while and you'd know he was always genuine. And yes, that glint in his eye. i last walked along Goodison Road with him after the Chelsea game recently and there was that lovely glint accompanied by a massive grin and clapping his hands to himself just like any other fan leaving the ground that day. And as we looked up the Chelsea coach with its multi-millionaire players crept passed us and i remember thinking to myself, for all the money you lot have got you haven't got an ounce of what this man has in joy, class and life right now. And of all the thousands of happy memories i have of Howard, i think this is the one i'm personally going to treasure forever now. And thanks a million for sharing yours with us all.
 
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