Oh where in KL was the viewing held?
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Oh where in KL was the viewing held?
Where as I on the other hand just waltzed round Jan like he wasn't there when my team played his in the 5 a side...must've been your fitness levels at the time John! 😉
Must say though that both Molby and Kennedy were pretty approachable, up for laugh and, in Jan's case, would answer questions on any subject. Kennedy was more guarded though given the fact he was employed by the club
Sad to say that I've not met many LFC players but loads of City/United players, the perils of living in Manchester. I've mentioned a few stories before of my "run-ins" with Sheringham, Keane, Sharpe etc before so won't bother repeating them (especially as this is thread is about LFC greats).
Worked in press and players lounge at anfield enough said although best moment was patting lampard on the back after we knocked them out the champos (2005) an said better look next time Haha the look he gave me still sticks with me when ever i see him play..the fat tit ..i watched the end of same game with fowler an mcmanamanmamamamamanananan memories ....why the hell did i leave that job
Yeah big Jan was very vocal in his criticism of Rafa. I did challenge him when he blamed Rafa for not buying a striker in the Jan window by asking who was available, and he went a little bit quiet and changed the subject!
The words fitness levels and me are normally preceded by the words "lack of" 😉
I met a lot of them when I was younger, and got my picture taken with them as well as their autographs. I have those photos kept in albums.
I met them both at Anfield during 2 visits in 1987 and 1993 as well as in Israel which they visited quite often in the 80's both with Liverpool as well as with their national temas.
To name some: King Kenny, Souness (got a complementary ticket from him for the BB Rovers away game when he was the manager), Rushie, Hansen, Gillespie, Brucie, Neal, Alan Kennedy, Thommo, Sammy Lee, Stevie Nicol, Lawro, Whelan, Robinson, Venison, McMahon, Molby, Johnston, Digger, Beardo, Kevin MacDonald, Paul Walsh, Rony Rosenthal and the great Bob Paisley himslef and Roy Evans. (apologies to those whose names I've forgotten 🙂 )
I met them both at Anfield during 2 visits in 1987 and 1993 as well as in Israel which they visited quite often in the 80's both with Liverpool as well as with their national temas.
To name some: King Kenny, Souness (got a complementary ticket from him for the BB Rovers away game when he was the manager), Rushie, Hansen, Gillespie, Brucie, Neal, Alan Kennedy, Thommo, Sammy Lee, Stevie Nicol, Lawro, Whelan, Robinson, Venison, McMahon, Molby, Johnston, Digger, Beardo, Kevin MacDonald, Paul Walsh, Rony Rosenthal and the great Bob Paisley himslef and Roy Evans. (apologies to those whose names I've forgotten 🙂 )
*interested*
I've met a few, but meeting John Aldridge trumped them all. What a nice down-to-earth guy he is.
Myself, the missus and the kids were on a weekend break in Dublin. We were in having a bit of grub at the hotel when when Aldo walked in. As we finished eating, he just happened to be finishing up as well. We went to the lobby, in the hopes of getting a photo. However, he didn't appear, and we assumed he'd gone out one of the other doors. Anyway, that was that, or so it seemed. The missus had to go to the toilet, so I waited in the lobby with the kids. No sooner had she disappeared, when Aldo arrived out. My young son had a Liverpool top on, and without me having to make any effort, Aldo strolled over to say hello, like we were old mates. After a quick bit of chit chat, I asked him would he mind posing for a photo. He agreed of course. It was then that I discovered my missus had the camera in her handbag, in the toilet (camera phones were really shit in those days so I didn't bother). Having informed of the situation, he told me not to worry, and he wasn't in any rush. He asked us to have a seat with him and we did. After what seemed like an hour (probably closer to 60 seconds) the missus arrived out from the bathroom to us having a full flowing conversation about football.
So yeah. Top guy, is Aldo. Here's the pic:
Which one are you then, Neal? 😉
Malones - Irish pub over by Petronus Towers.
Heresy! Burn the witch!!!
You obviously haven't been almost run over by Patrik Berger in his car outside Melwood. I never forgave him for that. Cunt.
Great thread, RA and super stories. In 2005, like some of you, I played in a 5 a side - this one was in Iceland, against Molby, Rushy, Walters, Spackman and a few others. Scored a goal as well as we got beat 4-1, and still have it on video (I watch it occasionally to cheer myself up!) and it was the best moment of my very amateur football career.
There was United and Arsenal former players there too. Went out for Drinks with them that night, Molby was mobbed by people wherever we went in Reykjavik. He was always in good form, and didn't mind having one or two (women, as well as drinks).
A year later, same event and we had Grobbelaar as the main guest. I spent a lot of time with him, as the organizer and he was generally great with the punters. People went crazy for him in Reykjavik. he told some great stories, but it was clear that Kenny was on a pedestal as a manager. We stayed out all night, after some clubbing, and then sent him to the airport at 6am. He had his hand out for the taxi fare as he left. And rightly so, but the image stayed with me. The lads are used to being treated!
Rushy was really nice. He deferred a lot to his agent, who was a "player" for sure. A year later I also spoke with bunch of other players to get them over. Spackman, and Walters in particular. Walters is seriously nice, in my experience.
Last summer in Boston, I chatted with Rushy in a pre-game hospitality gig, who was nice, but he meets so many people. Got my picture taken with GOD as well, and my not so subtle friend, Glenn, insisted on slagging him over all his properties. Might be going to a thing for Ronnie Whelan in a few weeks. That's about it. There's more memories of those stories from those nights out, but I'm getting old!
There was United and Arsenal former players there too. Went out for Drinks with them that night, Molby was mobbed by people wherever we went in Reykjavik. He was always in good form, and didn't mind having one or two (women, as well as drinks).
A year later, same event and we had Grobbelaar as the main guest. I spent a lot of time with him, as the organizer and he was generally great with the punters. People went crazy for him in Reykjavik. he told some great stories, but it was clear that Kenny was on a pedestal as a manager. We stayed out all night, after some clubbing, and then sent him to the airport at 6am. He had his hand out for the taxi fare as he left. And rightly so, but the image stayed with me. The lads are used to being treated!
Rushy was really nice. He deferred a lot to his agent, who was a "player" for sure. A year later I also spoke with bunch of other players to get them over. Spackman, and Walters in particular. Walters is seriously nice, in my experience.
Last summer in Boston, I chatted with Rushy in a pre-game hospitality gig, who was nice, but he meets so many people. Got my picture taken with GOD as well, and my not so subtle friend, Glenn, insisted on slagging him over all his properties. Might be going to a thing for Ronnie Whelan in a few weeks. That's about it. There's more memories of those stories from those nights out, but I'm getting old!
Did you get a pic. Send along would ya. Love this stuff.
Well it wasn't that he was 'bored/tired/emotional/drunk/pissed off' when I met him. If he had I wouldn't have formed my wanker opinion of him. Let's just say he had very 70s Alf Garnett like opinions about the people of Coventry.
Yep.
I think I screamed 'Get the fuck out the way Baros!'
I haven't met a single Liverpool player. Although I did have tickets to go see Liverpool play in a fundraiser for the the victims of the Omagh bombing, and my Dad thought the kick off time was 7 and it turned out to be 5. I only saw about 5 minutes of the match. I was a bit gutted, until one of my Dads friends (who lives by the ground) presented me with a football signed by all the players which she had collected for me prior to the game.
I also went to the Utd game (my Dad is a fan) against Omagh and I was 3 seats behind Fergie. One of the fans asked him to sign his program and Fergie obliged. Every other person in the vicinity then asked Fergie to sign theirs, and Fergie obliged. Fergie then did a full 180 degree search to see if any other person wanted his autograph and his eyes stopped when he saw my program. He looked me in the eye, expectantly, and I motioned to him to keep going as I didn't want his autograph.
I also went to the Utd game (my Dad is a fan) against Omagh and I was 3 seats behind Fergie. One of the fans asked him to sign his program and Fergie obliged. Every other person in the vicinity then asked Fergie to sign theirs, and Fergie obliged. Fergie then did a full 180 degree search to see if any other person wanted his autograph and his eyes stopped when he saw my program. He looked me in the eye, expectantly, and I motioned to him to keep going as I didn't want his autograph.
MY exact words were "don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHERGNKEARFMKWAFMKLSQDFKWERQFML"
I've never met a player, however I've met scores of people on my travels that have played for liverpool in the academy, or had a trial, or in the u-(insert random number while you're an old fat drunk here)'s.
Brilliant
Oh well, missed that. Didn't know that they had a viewing at Malone's
So the full Didi story.
On a holiday to Europe from Oz - so arranged a stopover in KL. Tweeted LfcMalayasia before I left about where was best to watch the game ang got tweeted back about a bar about a 40min drive from where we were staying & mentioning Did Hamann being there.
Just before we set out (as I dragged the Missus along) I checked twitter again and was told about another bar a 10 minute stroll that Didi was also going to be at.
So figured Didi was covering the whole of KL a bit like he did with the rest of our midfield 10 years ago.
Decided to go to the closer bar.
Not long after I got there a group of blokes arrived wearing white standard charter t-shirts - I turned round and low & behold there's Didi standing outside smoking away.
Major fanboy meltdown - he sat down at a table next to us and then they all started playing pool in front of us. My Missus was wetting herself as I was just sitting there staring at him and gulping down the beer - she was like "for fucks sake just go and speak to him" and was all "but he's playing pool, I don't want to annoy him"
Anyway so I'm fluffing down the beers and got speaking to a few Malayasian reds - they tell me Denis Wise is supposed to be coming as well - my reply "I don't give a fuck about Denis Wise - that's Didi".
So, a few more beers later & one of the Malay lads suggests better go speak to him soon before more people arrive for the game.
Right... so.... off I go... the Missus ending herself as I wander up with my wee Liverpool scarf - an 8 year old trapped in a 40 year olds body.
Now I have form for making an arse of myself when meeting famous people - there's a confession of past sins somewhere in a thread about Bono on here - and I didn't disappoint this time either.
Started off well - handshake - "absolute pleasure to meet you - Melbourne reds, blah, blah *scarf upside down *fumble.. fumble* "haha".... and then it happens *slur* "thank you so much for *probably dribbling at this point* one of the greatest nights of me might for the CL final".
His reply "oh, right" *nervous grin*... and I retreat hastily, aware the I've just made a complete fanboy dick if myself.
To be fair anyone that came up he was happy to chat, sign, get phot taken.
So the game progresses - and I'm giving the rather expensive beer a fairly good crack - I even start a few chants. End of the game and I'm pissed - how much doesn't become apparent till the next days hangover and a story about me apparently fumbling at the curtains claiming I was looking for the toilet - and then something quite unexpected happens...
On his way out Didi comes over to me to shake my hand and say thanks - I say something about loving to get him to Melbourne and he like to and there might be something later in the year.
He gets called away mid conversation to speak to someone else... and he comes back to shake my hand and finish our conversation and tell him I'd tweeted about coming to Melbourne & he says he'll reply and goodbye.
Next morning he's favourited my tweet.
Legend
On a holiday to Europe from Oz - so arranged a stopover in KL. Tweeted LfcMalayasia before I left about where was best to watch the game ang got tweeted back about a bar about a 40min drive from where we were staying & mentioning Did Hamann being there.
Just before we set out (as I dragged the Missus along) I checked twitter again and was told about another bar a 10 minute stroll that Didi was also going to be at.
So figured Didi was covering the whole of KL a bit like he did with the rest of our midfield 10 years ago.
Decided to go to the closer bar.
Not long after I got there a group of blokes arrived wearing white standard charter t-shirts - I turned round and low & behold there's Didi standing outside smoking away.
Major fanboy meltdown - he sat down at a table next to us and then they all started playing pool in front of us. My Missus was wetting herself as I was just sitting there staring at him and gulping down the beer - she was like "for fucks sake just go and speak to him" and was all "but he's playing pool, I don't want to annoy him"
Anyway so I'm fluffing down the beers and got speaking to a few Malayasian reds - they tell me Denis Wise is supposed to be coming as well - my reply "I don't give a fuck about Denis Wise - that's Didi".
So, a few more beers later & one of the Malay lads suggests better go speak to him soon before more people arrive for the game.
Right... so.... off I go... the Missus ending herself as I wander up with my wee Liverpool scarf - an 8 year old trapped in a 40 year olds body.
Now I have form for making an arse of myself when meeting famous people - there's a confession of past sins somewhere in a thread about Bono on here - and I didn't disappoint this time either.
Started off well - handshake - "absolute pleasure to meet you - Melbourne reds, blah, blah *scarf upside down *fumble.. fumble* "haha".... and then it happens *slur* "thank you so much for *probably dribbling at this point* one of the greatest nights of me might for the CL final".
His reply "oh, right" *nervous grin*... and I retreat hastily, aware the I've just made a complete fanboy dick if myself.
To be fair anyone that came up he was happy to chat, sign, get phot taken.
So the game progresses - and I'm giving the rather expensive beer a fairly good crack - I even start a few chants. End of the game and I'm pissed - how much doesn't become apparent till the next days hangover and a story about me apparently fumbling at the curtains claiming I was looking for the toilet - and then something quite unexpected happens...
On his way out Didi comes over to me to shake my hand and say thanks - I say something about loving to get him to Melbourne and he like to and there might be something later in the year.
He gets called away mid conversation to speak to someone else... and he comes back to shake my hand and finish our conversation and tell him I'd tweeted about coming to Melbourne & he says he'll reply and goodbye.
Next morning he's favourited my tweet.
Legend
What an ace story mate. Love it.
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