City tales from the golden age …

Jimmy Seed, with his strong County Durham voice and big cigar that filled the manager’s office with blue fumes, took charge at Ashton Gate for a few weeks following his lengthy spell with Charlton. He once let me sit in on a team talk. City were due to play Charlton and he went through the London club’s side. “Now he can’t play … he lacks speed … that feller is one-footed”. He completed his criticism and asked for questions. Ernie Peacock, a red-headed defender with a dry wit, was first to speak. “If none of these Charlton blokes can play, why did you bother to sign them?”

David Foot, The Guardian

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1 Response to City tales from the golden age …

  1. What a lovely surprise to see my old man being remembered. It used to be the preserve of taxi drivers, one of whom told me that Ginger Peacock would travel to home matches on the bus with the supporters.

    Peacock

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