Most Memorable Encounter With A Footballing Legend?

This one’s true 👀
I was at the Prix de l'Arc de Triomphe with some none football friends on a bit of a break with the girls to take in the french culture and all that jazz when to my surprise Alex Ferguson and Mick Hucknall strolled into my view whilst we were discussing our next losing bet and taking a beer and smoke 🚬 on the steps outside the racetrack, well not being one to miss out on such an opportunity I shouted their names whilst waving vigorously towards them to draw attention to myself, I achieved this and they both smiled and gave a friendly wave to which I rather childishly responded with a v- sign and a loud “fuck off you pair of cunts” job done.
Much to the amusement of my friends and their girlfriends Hucknall turned his head and scuffled off but Ferguson looked me straight in the eye and gave me the finger and said “fook af ya sell ya wee prick” 🤣🤣
 
As a lad I lived in Liverpool and supported Everton, who were the successful club at the time, so all my mates were Evertonians too. Used to sneak into the ground for the last 15 mns of each home match when they opened the big gates. (It was better than the boys pen which was like an American jail, rows of terraces high up in one corner behind high iron bars.) Squeezed my way down the terraces to the wall at pitch side. One time it was v. Stoke. An old, bandy-legged Stanley Matthews was their right winger, and at one point he was charging down the wing, looking all muddy as it was a wet winter's day, when the pitch was gloopy and the old fashioned brown balls would get very wet and heavy. Can't remembe why, but he chose to boot the ball out of play - right into my face. My head was knocked right back and it felt like my nose had broke and flattened like a boxer's and hurt like hell, my eyes were watering and I was mortified the blokes would think I was crying. Wet mud was spattered over my face. All the blokes around were saying "fuckn'ell lad dat muster'urt!" and the like, patting me on the head. I'll never forget it!
 
I repaired Frankie Worthingtons phone when he lived in a flat in Queniborough.
It was on a Saturday morning of a Birmingham away game, he was getting ready to leave for Filbo to get the team coach. He chatted away quiet happly.
His wife/ girlfriend was swanning around in something very flimsy, so it took an age to do the repair!
 
Met Fabio capello on the day of England/Scotland on the train. He got on at Luton in the classy camel coat he used to wear and much to my surprise didn't get in first class just plonked himself down opposite me. The carriage was full of football fans and he was the perfect gentleman and posed for a picture with anyone who asked. We spoke on the way down(he could speak English) and when he got to st pancreas waited in line to get off, shook hands with everyone, before being whisked off by the Italian TV people for whom he was concentrating.
That'll do me.
 
Sat two down from Banks at Grace Road when I was seven and the Windies were in town. True gent indeed, and largely went unnoticed by the rest of the crowd, who were there for Sobers and Gibbs and Worrall.
Talking of goalies, won a few quid playing three card brag with Shilton in the back seat of his car. Scooped it with ace high, even though he had a prial of threes.
 
I met Diego Maradona coming out of trap three at Heathrow Airport. He had his hand high up in the air and I joked scoring another goal there Diego, he said in broken English "no, there is no bog roll in there and I can't stand the smell of shit"
 
2 Pints of Lager said:
Met Filbert
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l came out of the Carlin stand after one game, Carlined up and Filbert, Vicky vixon and the Topps mascot were outside. I

n my drunken head if l punched Filbert with a hook to his nose, his head would spin around and obviously it wouldn't hurt anyone.

The head didn't and it wasn't as funny as l thought it would be.

Then Vicky Vixen started punching and kicking me, a bit unexpected but thats fucking mascots for ya !!

vicious bastards !!!!
 
CrazyKopCorner said:
Met Gordon Banks as an 11 year old as he was opening a kitchen shop in Wigston.

Asked him if the Pele save was his best save and he said in all modest it probably won't be in his top 3.

He was an absolute gentleman and I feel very privileged to have met him.
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Spoke to Banksy at a Sportsman s Dinner spoke about his incredible save against St John in 1963 semi..said he photo of it in his living room

A lovely man lovely company!!
 
channys6thswan said:
Sat two down from Banks at Grace Road when I was seven and the Windies were in town. True gent indeed, and largely went unnoticed by the rest of the crowd, who were there for Sobers and Gibbs and Worrall.
Talking of goalies, won a few quid playing three card brag with Shilton in the back seat of his car. Scooped it with ace high, even though he had a prial of threes.
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That’s 3 times you’ve shown off in this thread 👀
 
Mark Wallington lived a few doors down/up from me.
I played youth footy with Clive Bloomfield, jimmy's son, and he was often on the sideline in the trademark sheepskin manager coat on a cold sunday morning.
I played in a friendly against a member of the Brazilian 1970 world cup squad in the early 2000s, but i can't remember who (sad but true).
Honorable non football mention: at the 1975 B&H Final at Lords I took a wazz next to Terence Alexander from Bergerac in the bogs at the nursery end.
 
Upson Downes said:
As a lad I lived in Liverpool and supported Everton, who were the successful club at the time, so all my mates were Evertonians too. Used to sneak into the ground for the last 15 mns of each home match when they opened the big gates. (It was better than the boys pen which was like an American jail, rows of terraces high up in one corner behind high iron bars.) Squeezed my way down the terraces to the wall at pitch side. One time it was v. Stoke. An old, bandy-legged Stanley Matthews was their right winger, and at one point he was charging down the wing, looking all muddy as it was a wet winter's day, when the pitch was gloopy and the old fashioned brown balls would get very wet and heavy. Can't remembe why, but he chose to boot the ball out of play - right into my face. My head was knocked right back and it felt like my nose had broke and flattened like a boxer's and hurt like hell, my eyes were watering and I was mortified the blokes would think I was crying. Wet mud was spattered over my face. All the blokes around were saying "fuckn'ell lad dat muster'urt!" and the like, patting me on the head. I'll never forget it!
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Ahh right this explains why you have a bully complex, you got flattened by a football at an early age, bout time you got over it and stop dragging up the past pal🤨😘
 
bnet said:
l came out of the Carlin stand after one game, Carlined up and Filbert, Vicky vixon and the Topps mascot were outside. I

n my drunken head if l punched Filbert with a hook to his nose, his head would spin around and obviously it wouldn't hurt anyone.

The head didn't and it wasn't as funny as l thought it would be.

Then Vicky Vixen started punching and kicking me, a bit unexpected but thats fucking mascots for ya !!

vicious bastards !!!!
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WTF is wrong with you mate 🤣🤣
 
Wearthefoxhat said:
Ahh right this explains why you have a bully complex, you got flattened by a football at an early age, bout time you got over it and stop dragging up the past pal🤨😘
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Like you're not dragging up the recent past with this? Clearly I got under your skin. Bully boys can't take it like they give it, can they, bully boy?
 
stokiefox said:
That was the save was behind that goal ,he took off horizontally to take the ball of St Johns foot
Best save ever in my book
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You may be right but I don't remember it so clearly. The one I do remember was in 1966 in R4 of the FA Cup at Birmingham.
 
Upson Downes said:
Like you're not dragging up the recent past with this? Clearly I got under your skin. Bully boys can't take it like they give it, can they, bully boy?
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Are you going to cry?
Do you want a hug?
I’m just concerned that you’re shooting accusations at people that you don’t even know instead of confronting your feelings about your past experiences, maybe you should just seek help instead of being a victim of your own self esteem
 
I remember many years ago in Debenams in the Town forgot the name of the Shires back then but I nearly stood on Gordon Banks out shopping with his missus
 
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