The Embodiment of the Club

In life there are few men who are worthy of being bestowed with the title of legend, maybe even icon. There are few who are there through it all, through the decades, through thick and thin. There are so very few who are reliable from day one ’til the end. You don’t get many who will be there every day of the clubs life, like a well oiled cog in the perfect machine. These are such people we take for granted because they’re a brilliant and perfect fit with all the hallmarks of our great club. Now, I’m not talking about your gargoyle faced mugs like Aidy Boothroyd or clobber hooved (is that a word? hooved?) ponies who dress like one of those types that do the dancing on the ice and what not. No, they are most definitely not who we’re talking about here. I am of course ...