Can you hear the Ponty roaring (Best BFC shirt ever). Sent from my iPad using Barnsley FC BBS Fan Forum mobile app
Tha whaat!, sudden gust of wind and the tip of one those massive collars could have thi eye out, sithi.
The best player I have ever seen at Barnsley bar none. If we're supposed to have signed the best centre half Partick have produced since Alan Hansen in Liam Lindsay, surely it's not asking too much for The Jags to produce the next Ronnie Glavin for us??
I feel absolutely honoured that he played for us and I got to watch him glide around Oakwell. Poetry in emotion. Beautiful. Of course things change but I can't see a player as wonderful as Ronnie ever playing the number of games for us that he did. Genius.
PFA 1982/83 Division Two Team of the Year:- GK: John Burridge DF: John Humphrey DF: Mick McCarthy DF: Tony Gale DF: John Ryan MF: Kenny Hibbitt MF: Ray Houghton MF: Ronnie Glavin FW: Kevin Keegan FW: Andy Gray FW: Gordon Davies Seems like a supporting cast almost worthy of Ronnie! PS - Am I the only one to think that team would wipe the floor with today's over-valued equivalents? What would that front six be worth in today's money?
If they benefitted from modern fitness/training methods they would hammer modern teams. Sent from my iPad using Barnsley FC BBS Fan Forum mobile app
I was 19 when Ronnie came to Oakwell. Some of the best years of my life when he was here. Still makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up when I think of some of the exploits of Ronnie and that team. He was majestic.
April 4, 1983, Hillsboro'. Glavin is sub, comes on, announced as "Galvin", a deliberate dig. Within 5 minutes, gets the ball on the edge of the area, controls it with his left foot, volleys home with his right. 1-0 win. Perfection. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
Just superb . I remember being at the game at Hillsborough as a nipper and totally nonchalant but I can remember my best mates dad saying just watch Glavin young 'un you won't see owt like this again .
He used to get the ball from just outside our penalty box and run in a straight line towards theirs. Like Moses it all seemed to part before him.