Only just seen this. I went to Norwich with him in the ‘84 League Cup quarter-final, and was in (and more memorably outside) Sara Moons before the Birmingham Senior Cup Final at the Sty in ‘85 or ‘86. He certainly saved our bacon that day as, virtually single-handed, he sent the Zulus packing at the height of their notoriety. Surely a measure of his legendary status that I can so clearly remember the two occasions when I was in close proximity to him, mainly due to everybody nudging each other and whispering ‘that’s Johnny Groombridge’.
RIP.