Does anyone remember back in the sixties and possibly early seventies, the bloke that used to run on to the pitch in front of the Kop, and join in the kickabout with the players, he would get a great cheer from the Kop, if one of the players let him have a shot. I can remember him going arse over tit and getting his suit full of mud. There would be murder if the coppers got him and tried to throw him out, more often than not, they would throw him back in the kop.
The fellah's name was Johnny Walker.
I remember one game against Coventry City and they were doing the pre-match warm up at The Kop end. Their goalie was Bill Glazier and he allowed Mister Walker to take a penalty against him. Johnny placed the ball on the muddy spot, adjusted his overcoat, eyed up the goal and wobbled unsteadily forward to crash the ball home - well, actually, he scuffed the ball off the toe of his shoe and it trickled to Glazier. As the goalkeeper bent to gather the ball Johnny followed up, rushing towards the ball and managing to kick both that and the goalkeeper. Glazier was not pleased and the constabulary decided to escort Mr Walker from the pitch, but not before Johnny had completed his weird pre-match ritual of kissing the goalpost.
We loved his one man invasions. And the police never really put themselves out in removing him; he would always return to The Kop, once or twice just falling onto the terrace when the bizzies got too close. He was just one of those characters that I think enlivened the match going experience. I'd love somebody like him to be around today. 'Invading' the pitch these days would probably get you banned from the ground.
Maybe Johnny and his booze fuelled sorties onto the Anfield turf was an anomaly even in the 60s, but he was very much a Liverpool character. Whether he was breathing beer fumes over Alun Evans on his debut or kissing Kevin Keegan, or even losing his overcoat as he wriggled from the policeman's grasp, Johnny Walker was someboy who embodied the essential irreverance and daft inventiveness of the Liverpool fan.
Fuck! I've just made myself all melancholy and nostalgiac.
Wherever are you, Johnny, thanks for the laughs - and good luck.