One of my favourite 'Sunday football' memories. I played for a team in the Leeds Sunday Premier League. I told them I would be leaving as I moved house from Leeds to Morley and it was too far to travel ( didn't own a car then). I signed for a team who played in the Sunday Heavy Woollen League and who played on a pitch which was only a couple of hundred yards from my new house. The guy who ran the Leeds team talked me into playing one last game, as they didn't have a centre-half for an important cup game. I agreed, though it meant playing two games in the day. Leeds kicked off at 11 o'clock and the Heavy Woollen at 2.30pm. The guy said he would give me a lift in his car after the morning game.
It was snowing heavily on the day but the Leeds game went ahead. After the game I got the lift to Batley, where the afternoon game was to be played. I went to where the changing rooms were and found everything locked up and a notice which said 'Game Off'. I rushed out but the guy with the car had gone. I walked to the bus stop and stood there for a while and then a passer by said 'the busses have been cancelled'. I set out to walk to Morley. 5 miles, all uphill. I got about half-way when a big Jaguar, going in the opposite direction, stopped and the driver beckoned me over. When I got there I found it was Eric Morecambe. He asked could I direct him to Batley Variety Club. Unfortunately, I couldn't. However, a bloke walking down the hill came across and he did know. He got a lift with Eric and I had to continue walking up the hill.
A postscript to this is that the same evening, Eric had his heart attack.
