Many years ago I worked for a metal bashers in Darlaston, owned by a family big in the club cricket scene. All were jumping on the bandwagon of getting foreign players in to improve their side, whilst the player themselves would work to earn their board & gain 'life' experience.One day there were 2 tanned, skinny blokes being shown around our factory, whilst the Jabba the Hut-esqe 'gangmaster' filled reception dressed in literally rags - moth eaten joggers & t-shirt, that didn't meet in the middle showing his greasy gut off in all his glory.I engaged in a bit of small talk - he clocked my Villa mug. He rustled in his bag & produced a newspaper clipping, stating these were his boys & they were going to make it big. It was a clipping of Lucas Radabe & Phil Masinga signing for Leeds, & the sloth agent was Marcelo Housman. He's now made it huge in the movement of African players to Europe, with hopefully better fitting leisure wear.
Quote from: Bad English on January 16, 2014, 10:29:40 PMQuote from: LeeB on January 16, 2014, 12:43:31 PMQuote from: Bad English on January 16, 2014, 11:15:38 AMMy mom was a careers officer until she retired. She once went into Smiths Wood School on Chelmsley Wood for a careers day and they had got Lil' Orange to come in as special guest. He was in the car park posing with his flash car in front of all the arriving teachers when his former PE teacher walked past and said "I can't believe you're driving one of those Hendrie; you were always such a waste of fucking space"He went to Washwood Heath and Park Hall though, and his PE teacher worshiped the bloody ground he walked on.Park Hall. Yes. My mistake. My mom did tell me that story. maybe it was a teacher in another discipline. That I wouldn't dispute, but he wasn't a rogue at all, he was a pretty quiet lad.
Quote from: LeeB on January 16, 2014, 12:43:31 PMQuote from: Bad English on January 16, 2014, 11:15:38 AMMy mom was a careers officer until she retired. She once went into Smiths Wood School on Chelmsley Wood for a careers day and they had got Lil' Orange to come in as special guest. He was in the car park posing with his flash car in front of all the arriving teachers when his former PE teacher walked past and said "I can't believe you're driving one of those Hendrie; you were always such a waste of fucking space"He went to Washwood Heath and Park Hall though, and his PE teacher worshiped the bloody ground he walked on.Park Hall. Yes. My mistake. My mom did tell me that story. maybe it was a teacher in another discipline.
Quote from: Bad English on January 16, 2014, 11:15:38 AMMy mom was a careers officer until she retired. She once went into Smiths Wood School on Chelmsley Wood for a careers day and they had got Lil' Orange to come in as special guest. He was in the car park posing with his flash car in front of all the arriving teachers when his former PE teacher walked past and said "I can't believe you're driving one of those Hendrie; you were always such a waste of fucking space"He went to Washwood Heath and Park Hall though, and his PE teacher worshiped the bloody ground he walked on.
My mom was a careers officer until she retired. She once went into Smiths Wood School on Chelmsley Wood for a careers day and they had got Lil' Orange to come in as special guest. He was in the car park posing with his flash car in front of all the arriving teachers when his former PE teacher walked past and said "I can't believe you're driving one of those Hendrie; you were always such a waste of fucking space"
I heard from a Brummie girl in met while traveling in India years ago that Steve Staunton has one on him like a babies arm.
Vctm- what a wonderfully enjoyable read that post was.
Saw Petrov in The Fox and Dogs in Mere Green yesterday, up in the Kids soft play area, I didn't want to disturb him as he was with hs friends and family but as he left I just asked him if I could shake his hand, which he duly obliged me with.Spent Xmas 2012 with Weimann and Bannan as my brother in law is good friends with them, Weimann was originally meant to be coming around my house this Xmas day but he ended up spending it in Sheffield with a mate, which was a bit disappointing.
I remember going into the chippy in Walmley in the summer of 2002 and queuing behind Marcus Allback. Nobody recognised him even though a few weeks earlier he had played for Sweden against England in the World Cup in Japan. Seemed a bit surreal at the time.