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A big, thick, very stupid Scottish copper who neither knew his brief nor possessed a brain to engage. Still, I got back in - though it cost me another couple of quid entrance money. I suppose he didn't like his failings being pointed out to him. My big gob must've started young...BobG
Very nostalgic reading that again. 75/76 was my first season watching Rovers. Spurs away in that League Cup Qtr Final was my first ever away game watching Rovers.
Hi Sproty. Hi Les. Yes. I came across that article completely by accident but, boy did it bring a lot back! I was 1 year above Stan's daughter at Warwick University. I knew her, not super well, but enough to have a drink and a chat with. Do you remember the local furore when she got married one Saturday and Stan went to her wedding rather than going to manage the Rovers?! I hope he told the instigators of that to go shove it!CheersBobGPS Les. If it's appropriate perhaps you could tell Mrs Anderson that there are folk around who still remember her husband (and her daughter in my case) with great fondness? Sadly, I never had the pleasure of meeting Mrs Anderson herself so I can't include her... Thank you.
It was 2-4.My first ever game..