trebilcock66
Player Valuation: £8m
Just had a surreal encounter with someone who used to play football with Kevin Brock.
This is a story for anyone old enough to remember the dark days of the early eighties. Everton playing a poor brand of football, Howard Kendall's job very much on the line.
Then, in a Milk Cup game against Oxford at the old Manor Ground, Kevin Brock attempts a suicidal back pass, Adrian Heath nips in and steals it, rounds the keeper and equalises. We win the replay 4-1 and go on to the Giro Cup Final, win the FA Cup and have the best three seasons in the blues history. So Kevin Brock has a special place in Everton hearts.
So imagine my interest when my postie delivers my mail this morning to my home near Banbury. Amongst the envelopes are my tickets for the Reading game at Goodison next Saturday. Our postie is a good mate and an oxfordshire man born and bred. In his country accent, as he hands me the envelope, he says,
"Didn't know yer wuz a blueboy. Yer a regular at Goodison? Yeah? Yer go to that game at The Manor Grewnd in 83 or 84? I wuz there watching my mate Kevin Brock make a roight peg's ear of a back pass...I wuz on Arxford's books back then as 'prentice...used to run rengs rewnd Kev, Oi ded..."
30 minutes later, we're still chatting about Everton, Oxford, Jim Smith, Kassam, Goodison etc etc
Quite made my day.
This is a story for anyone old enough to remember the dark days of the early eighties. Everton playing a poor brand of football, Howard Kendall's job very much on the line.
Then, in a Milk Cup game against Oxford at the old Manor Ground, Kevin Brock attempts a suicidal back pass, Adrian Heath nips in and steals it, rounds the keeper and equalises. We win the replay 4-1 and go on to the Giro Cup Final, win the FA Cup and have the best three seasons in the blues history. So Kevin Brock has a special place in Everton hearts.
So imagine my interest when my postie delivers my mail this morning to my home near Banbury. Amongst the envelopes are my tickets for the Reading game at Goodison next Saturday. Our postie is a good mate and an oxfordshire man born and bred. In his country accent, as he hands me the envelope, he says,
"Didn't know yer wuz a blueboy. Yer a regular at Goodison? Yeah? Yer go to that game at The Manor Grewnd in 83 or 84? I wuz there watching my mate Kevin Brock make a roight peg's ear of a back pass...I wuz on Arxford's books back then as 'prentice...used to run rengs rewnd Kev, Oi ded..."
30 minutes later, we're still chatting about Everton, Oxford, Jim Smith, Kassam, Goodison etc etc
Quite made my day.