When I managed to get an invite to Robert McAlpine's suite at the Emirates I was told there would be a very good chance of meeting him. I mean really meeting him and sitting down to pre-match dinner with him.
I was going to ask him about the period before he left for Derby when Bertie Mee stubbornly benched him every week and was he aware of the "We want Charlie" cries from the North Bank and the "Bertie Mee's a deaf man" chants. In addition to prostrating myself before him and calling him my Liege of course.
He never made it that day c. he was unwell
Pissed, h. He was pissed.
I did the Highbury tour with him. He was like an angel in human form. Sadly, many of the people on the tour were JCLs like sw, and so didn't understand much of his sparkling repartee. "I got on very well with Denis Hill-Wood," he said. "We went to the same school." Deadpan, just like that.
Also, he was sound when referring to Spurs. "That shower of shít up the road that call themselves a football club."
A Great Man.
Last edited by Sir C; 11-23-2017 at 01:18 PM.
He admitted himself that he's never experienced a real Spurs game and has no understanding of the level of hatred and violence that used to be connected with the game before it became all safe and antiseptic on the late 80s.
You can't expect the bloke to comprehend a culture he never saw.
Lord no, in the 1970s he was living in his mud-floored shack with his mother and 28 siblings; they had no use for newspapers other than to gawp at the pictures enclosing their chips, for reading was a mysterious and suspicious magic to them. Television had been seen in the larger settlements, but electricity had not yet reached sw's hovel. He freely admits he had never heard of us until he got off the banana boat at Fishguard.