I bet BFC personnel never open their doors to go out without checking the 'Barnsley FC stalker' isn't lurking!
My list isn't as exhaustive: I saw Mark Smith walking down Fargate in Sheffield when he was a Reds player. Paul Cross pulled up alongside me on Sheffield Road at the traffic lights in his Ford Orion. Malcolm Shotton walked past me on Temple Bar in Dublin.
I'm going to stay off this thread a) because I would be here all day and b) I don't want to make @Stahlrost jealous. Great thread though. Most of the people that have been a part of the BFC family have all been amazing to be around and I am still in contact with a lot of them still. I can count on 1 hand the ex pro's or managers that were awful to be around and who I would not share a beer with now. There is one special mention though, Nigel Spackman, who without a doubt ruined my Dads love for BFC, and with it probably mine. I stopped going for a few years after, well not that frequently at least.
Go on then. What happened with Spackman. I know your Dad left the left the club during his tenure. I never liked Spackman anyway.
I signed for Barnsley as an amateur and went round to meet all the 1st team squad with Pat Howard who is a relation must have been 15 or 16 players can not remember most of them. In later years I used to play cards with Ian Evans and sometimes Mick McCarthy would turn up.
I used to work with somebody at Bombardier Transportation whilst I was on school work experience. He told me he was in the reserves back when there was only one sub allowed. He seemed to be in his early fifties in about 2000.
Jim Iley once said "Alright lads" to me and my mate as we stood near the halfway line at Hartlepool. That's as good as it gets. I haven't washed my ears since.
Besides autograph hunting as a ten year old hanging around Ardsley house/Oakwell during the Promo season/Prem and following years, some of my memories: - Daniel Stendel, Andrew Clarke and Steve Croft prior to the Burton home game - Saying hello to Eric Winstanley before a friendly at York. Sometimes you just get a sense of a lovely bloke by the way they say hello back, and the smile - Being starstruck by Jovo Bosancic walking his dog during the Prem season on the small green off Greenfoot Lane by St Pauls church. I think I said hello but I was very shy and he knew I'd clocked him and smiled knowingly. - David Mulligan babysat for me a couple of times when he went out with my cousin. He hadn't yet broken through to the first team, but I used to go to reserve games (some reserve away games too), so it was a big deal. - Me and my family shouting 'you reds' to Super John and the team as they came out of the Crown hotel in Scarborough before the League Cup away game at the start of the 98/99 season.
Danny Wilson when we were battling relegation filling his car up with petrol. Considering all the weight on his shoulders at that time he was very pleasant and cheerful, a good ambassador for the club. And obviously Daniel Stendel. Liam Lindsay was great too, realised my son wanted a photo with just Danny Pinilos and made sure he got one. Think we must have a thing for the name Danny in our household!
It was Saturday night. He was unwinding with his mates. He probably thought "not another one ffs". Who can blame him?
Been listening to a lot of Crossley's Cloughie stories of late, hilarious.. You should have said, 'do your Cloughie, just the once'
Good old Danny. Funny about your son giving Lindsay the brush off too. I remarked to my cousin away at Bristol Rovers that when Lindsay came back out after the full-time whistle (after his sending off) he'd changed his shorts (the number was different). My cousin then thought I had a thing for Lindsay