Ben Futcher
One day, I might forgive Futcher. One day.
I once made a t-shirt to wear as Poacher with the words ‘Judas Freak’ on the front, just to mock him after signing for Boston. He made me angry, despite being excellent for us in the 2002/03 season. He may as well have had two rakes for feet, such was his ability on the deck, but in the air, he was very good.
He scored three times for Grimsby. You can guess who one was against.
Even worse, it came after two-and-a-half hours of play-off semi-final action. Gary Jones gave them a first leg win, we went 1-0 up in the second leg and up popped Big Ben with a goal.
It was always going to be him.
You can’t leave out TT in 1983. The Newport game in a prolonged torrent of rain, me and my old man leaving at half time, (the first and last time) I ever left a game early. I was only thirteen and had no choice! The wheels had come off Murph’s first mission and TT had come back to haunt us! The team and squad disembarked soon afterwards going on to play at higher levels. Your dad could have populated a half a page on this after you had removed the swear words from the whole page.
No Kevin Ellison?
I was at Telford when Perry came on as sub and scored twice, having been happily chatting with all and sundry during the HT ‘warm up’. Nice bloke, in a band, I thought he was the bees knees, a key component as Tilson returned the Imps to their rightful place in the EFL.
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