So it's farewell Fred Trueman, before my time as a player but very much aware of him as a commentator. The only time I ever recall seeing the geezer was at the 1979 Prudential Cup Final (as the World Cup was in those far off days) where as an 11 year old I dragged my old fella and the Axton's as a result of a primary school English exercise to write a business letter. Apologies to the geezer who recieved the handwriting of a drunken spider, I can reveal it to be mine. Barry, Axton senior and frequent user of lines nicked from Arthur Lowe lent me his binoculars and pointed Fiery Fred out in the commentary box.
OK for Nicola here comes the insensitive bit, it's been a day for dealing with death. Having been dragged by Cal to Woolton so he could fetch his new glasses from the opticians I get called over to Lil's to dispose of a dead Starling. Nobody else would pick the poor little thing up (that's enough sympathy from me, I dumped the poor bugger in our bin). It vaguely amuses me that Monst who regularly deals with the odd unfortunate demise of the odd person won't pick the thing up. Also amuses me that Cal who is constantly going through a phase of asking bout death is not allowed to see the dead bird!
Now just waiting on kick off in the World Cup quarter final as gloomy me predicts another dreadful England performance. No I am not wearing a replica shirt before you ask.....
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