Taken in Bulgaria, 2008:

The bloke is an absolute gentleman. Get well soon Stan.
Super picture.
Indeed. What are the chances of meeting in Bulgaria both Stan and Bjork.
Very funny.
I thought it was Blur's Alex James, ripped off his tits on charlie and tandorri flavoured cheese.
Made me laugh. My son, who is now 18 wasn't so impressed tho'
steve mcmachon coached here in perth,west oz his son played for us but they didnt last too long
Lived by Gary Shaw as a babby, then went to school with him. Met Tony Morley, Dennis Mortimer, Ian Taylor, Ron Atkinson and John Robertson. All sound apart from Robertson, wanker.
What happened with Robertson, Percy?
I met Ian Taylor again Saturday, bloody legend, my mate took the bloody picture and I had my bloody eyes closed
John Slueewenhoek used to call at our house each week in the early 70s to deliver Villa bingo tickets for Dad to sell at Longbridge and his local pub (in Oldbury, so not many takers there). His visit was the highlight of my mum's week.
Rudi: Robertson was just miserable and a bit patronising when we were outside having a fag at a reserve game.
To be fair it was two games before the end of his last season so maybe the job was getting to him. My journo mate reckons he's always a miserable sod because he doesn't like present-day footballers.
Met Savo outside selhurst park after we had lost to Wimbledon. He obviously wasn't going back on the coach. Seemed polite enough although he probably couldn't understand the Birmingham accent of someone who had been on the lash for several hours.
Met Savo outside selhurst park after we had lost to Wimbledon. He obviously wasn't going back on the coach. Seemed polite enough although he probably couldn't understand the Birmingham accent of someone who had been on the lash for several hours.
Ahhh. That would be the Selhurst Slur. Suffered with that myself on many an occasion. Pretty much on par with the Maine Road Mumble and much preferable to the Roker Park Ralf.
I met Ian Taylor again Saturday, bloody legend, my mate took the bloody picture and I had my bloody eyes closed
Did you meet him in Chickentown?
My journo mate reckons he's always a miserable sod because he doesn't like present-day footballers.
Sounds reasonable enough.
My Mum once made Paul McGrath go home to get his dry cleaning ticket with the words "I know you're Paul McGrath but I can't give you your dry cleaning without your ticket".
Fair play to your mum! Rules are rules. I'm sure Paul understood perfectly.
John Slueewenhoek used to call at our house each week in the early 70s to deliver Villa bingo tickets for Dad to sell at Longbridge and his local pub (in Oldbury, so not many takers there). His visit was the highlight of my mum's week.
highlight of mums week eh??? pfnarr pfnarr
Met Chris Nicholl in a service station on way back from Southampton where he had been doing some hospitality work,a brilliant man.He was having a meat and potato pie and invited us to sit with him and talked about the Villa for ages.Think we drew 2 all and conceded a last minute goal some things never change
Met Chris Nicholl in a service station on way back from Southampton where he had been doing some hospitality work,a brilliant man.He was having a meat and potato pie and invited us to sit with him and talked about the Villa for ages.Think we drew 2 all and conceded a last minute goal some things never change
Heard from a few people about what a nice bloke he is.