Also once when I was about 10 I went on one of those villa summer football camps for a week. We were taking penalties. Sid was teaching us at the time. I had took mine and scored. When not taking the spot kicks we all had to line up by the side of the foal on the touch line. Sid was talking about technique but was wasn't listening. Telling the lad next to me how great my kick was blah, blah, blah. I heard this shout, turned to look at Sid as this ball came flying towards me and smacked me in the face and I hit the deck. I saw a blured Cowans through the tears, towering over me and he said"when you can do that, then you can ignore me. Until then you listen. Got it?"Love him!!
As I turned to leave John barnes made to take the pen and cards to do his autograph. I just blanked him and carried on walking. He was a great player in his day and probably deserved more respect, but I've always thought he was a cvnt after he scored that cvntish free kick at villa park whilst the keeper - spinksy probably - was out of his area arguing with ref about the free kick. One of those ones where you'd have loved it if it was one of our players that did it. But I've never liked him since that.
Gordon Cowans once told my mate to piss off in the beggars bush.
I was working in a pub in Acocks Green in the mid to late nineties and one day (Saturday lunchtime I think), all the regular faces in the bar had about six copies of the same paper between them and were chatting and laughing excitedly whilst fighting to get a look at the paper. It was the story about Yorke, Bosnich, a girl, a videa camera and the girls underwear. Turns out she had drank in the pub until recently (before my time there) and had contacted a few of them to let them know it was her in the story. I told my girlfriend at the time and it turned out she was mates with the girl and knew where she worked (an estate agents in Solihull). Seeing as you couldn't see her properly in the paper and we were planning a trip to Australia I made sure I went to her work place and after spotting her name badge made sure I dealt with her and told her who my girlfriend was. Basically she was fit as f**k and got us a great deal on the flights. And no, I didn't mention the newspaper story to her!
There's a (probably apocryphal) story that when Jack was Republic manager he soon got into the habit of paying for everything by cheque because shopkeepers and publicans would invariably frame the cheques rather than cash them.