There was only ever gonna be one winner in that fight. I reckon Malcolm's tash could fight Deehan. Sent from my iPad using Barnsley FC BBS Fan Forum mobile app
I remember filling up on next pump to him at Silkstone petrol station. I was thinking to myself 'It's Malcolm Shotton, say something cool', but it just came out of my mouth as "SHOT OFF!!". He could've simply slotted me, but he just gave me a discreet wave that basically said '**** off, nob head'.
A proper mismatch, no mistake. Deehan should have started on Colin Marshall or Carl Barraclough instead, it would have been much fairer. Especially as Carl Barraclough was probably about six at the time.
of that era I'd have gone for fighting Bullock. Sent from my iPad using Barnsley FC BBS Fan Forum mobile app
Here you go Mark Robinson from 88/89 he looks about 6. Makes me feel ancient. Sent from my iPad using Barnsley FC BBS Fan Forum mobile app
**** me, he looks hard as nails on that photo. You wouldn't want to mess with him on a cold December Tuesday.
Malcs been in my shop a few times for some work doing. He still looks menacing, but he's a genuinely nice bloke to talk to.
I was probably only about 8 at the time but I seem to remember Malc Shotton playing and scoring from outside the 18 yard box but I'm not sure if I'm making that up, can anyone else remember it? It might have been that season the East stand shook in the wind and half the people in there shat themsens and left
Sunderland. Game ruined by the wind, and Sunderland's complete lack of footballing ability. Mal was only playing because of an injury crisis. The game looked to be drifting towards a disappointing 0-0 til he he had a dig from a very long way out and it sailed into the net. Was it wind assisted? Possibly, but it was still a ferocious strike.
He had a broken toe at the time as well. Hard as nails. Sent from my iPad using Barnsley FC BBS Fan Forum mobile app
I was the mascot v Middlesborough in 1986, l went into the changing room to get all the players autographs and this little chap scared the living day lights out of me... He was grunting in the corner.
Didn't piss about with shin pads. He was tying up his boots and had wrapped the laces around the bottom, he was left with a tiny bit of lace to do a bow with and was getting angry with himself, l was stood there with my autograph book and pen slowly nudging it under his nose. Brave lad