Like your father Joey66, The Cannonball Kid was my first recognisable hero when I first started watching The Blues. Obviously, i was a lot younger, for i was only eight when I first began attending in 1954 with my father and uncles and cousins.
But I did have the honour of playing against the legend while playing for Northwich Victoria in a very early pre-season friendly, while Dave was representing Ellesmere Port Town,
I was never tall, I 'peaked' at 5' 11", but I was still taller than Dave. I was young, fit, fast, good in the air and reasonably tough enough.
I was playing against an 'old' man. But my hero at the same time.
I never won a ball all game. Second to everything. Third, if the truth were known.
David was never a 'dirty' player. He was a committed player. That ball was HIS, and if you wanted it, you needed to be very determined.
I wanted that ball. I was determined to get that ball. I never got that ball. What I got was a lesson. HEART.
At the end of the game, (we lost), the great man shook my hand and wished me well and offered to buy ME a drink in the club house.
We sat and chatted about Everton, and the pride swelled up in him as he spoke of the club in glowing terms.
I was battered and bruised, but enthralled and in awe and talked like a babbling idiot. But he relaxed me and chatted like an old friend.
You can't put a value on an experience like that.