Brilliant that 5times mate. Really enjoyed it. Here's one for you... I've got a mate, Franny Gold, great lad, make a cat laugh, I love him to bits. He's 67 now Fran, but thinks he's 25. He's got 4 brothers. I've only met one, George. Older than Franny, old bastard, cause murder in a one man tent. I do nothing but argue with him, but only cos he likes it. He's never missed a home game since the late 50's, only stopped going to the aways a few years back, when his health wouldn't let him. All the brothers worked on the docks and were/are proper Liverpool mad.
One of them died in Bob Paisley's arms. Back in the 60's. He was only young, took a turn, right behind the dugout. Franny and the other brothers were laughing, telling him to behave, before they realised he was in trouble. Bob Paisley spotted it, dragged him out onto the side of the pitch, gave him the kiss of life, heart massage and that. But the lad died.
Sorry for the sad story. But after yours, I had to tell it... a pure gent Bob. Can you imagine Brendan or any other manager, strolling round Anfield in an aul tatty cardigan and slippers nowadays. Sadly, we'll never see men like them again.
Anyway, sorry to be maudlin. I'm made up you like McMurty. He's a good lad, throw back to working class solidarity.
Near forgot, I came in here to put this up...
http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2015/jun/01/david-cameron-moriarty-downing-street-radical-thatcherSome of yer might have read it. It's brilliant. But I shouldn't have been laughing, as it's quite scary really.