Given it up now, he said there was nothing else for him to win 
Never! I once bumped into him on Holiday in Majorca, the 80’s Graeme Souness hair was long gone!! I remember my first job straight after school was working behind the bar at the Spring Cottage in Shelfield, my first shift they put me in the bar on a Sunday 12-2 as it used to be back then the gaffer said “if you can survive this shift you’ve got the job”…not just The Cottage team, but for some reason Sid’s lot from the Red Lion where he was player manager. Boy could that lot drink, I’d never pulled a pint in my life but by 2pm I was an expert 
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Top bloke is Sid, he was collecting pallets last time I seen him.
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Still does
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He still is 
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I played for ten spring cottage at the time, we all knew the lads from the red lion well, Christ we had some right games again Sid and his lot,
Sunday afternoons were always lively !
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He had the last few chips from the chippy on the Wolverhampton road in pelsall at the same time lol. He’s a good bloke, been all over Europe watching that Liverpool lol
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As a kid my dad used to help run the team from the old Leahall club in the notorious Shakespeare Crescent, this was early to mid 1980s they played on a Saturday in the Bloxwich Combination and the monthly meetings where always held at the Beeches Road club midweek, often having to clear the horse ■■■■ of the field and move tethered horses behind the club before fetching the goalposts from the youth club opposite the Dolphin.
We always used to see Sid at these midweek meetings so he was running a team then in the bloxwich comb but I never remember which one.
The Bloxwich comb used to have 4 divisions then on a Saturday and even more on a Sunday morning, happy times and that’s where my love and understanding of football come from, over 35 years ago.
Worked behind the bar there , myself, but not for long. The manager, Miriam something, remains, to this day, one of the most vile people I’ve ever met.
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Are you stalking me Shrews 
I used to glass collect in there and help with the bottling up .
She wasnt very nice was she 
and obviously wore the trousers in her marriage because her husband , cant for the life of me remember his name now , was fine and always the other side of the bar with the customer’s.
It’s where I first started tasting the delicious Highgate Mild in the TV room after we had all finished the tidying up after the shift on an evening waiting for old Bill or was it Jack ( I’ve a terrible memory for names ) to drive us home in his taxi who lived on Field road opposite the flats by the cemetery
Norman.
Edit .It’s just come to me. Millard. Norman and Miriam Millard. As you say, Norm was OK. She makes me wish I believed in hell.
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Did you remember the old guys name that drove the taxi …
No. I only got that taxi occasionally. Never even realised it was the same bloke. Most of the time, I was offered a lift , or walked.
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Remember when the half-time scores were physically put up on a long board at one end of the ground - by a bloke with a hooked pole 
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Poor fellow
yeah. You used to have to buy a programme to find out which matches were which because the scores were just up against letters like A 1-0 , B 2-2 etc. and the matchday programme told you which was which.
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