Hi Guys. I need some help. I'm looking to try and get in touch with either Ronnie Glavin or a representative of his. I am wondering if anyone could give me any pointers in the right direction. Cheers
I think his son posts on here from time to time so good chance he will see this Sent from my X5pro using Tapatalk
i know hes still local ( Royston I think) as I see him in Barnsley on the odd occasion but that's all I know
I saw him walking across the River Aire last week. Sent via Royal Mail and typed up by my Tapatalk byatch
Many years ago I saw a League Cup game against Cambridge abandoned after a deluge. The referee said he did it, not because the pitch was waterlogged, but because Barnsley had an unfair advantage, due to Ronnie being able to walk on the standing water!
I once dreamt that ronnie died and went to heaven...two arch angels met him at the pearly gates and took him for a audience with God The 3 of them entered a very large room, whereby they found God seated on a gold throne This is where God rules his kingdom from stated the first angel, We must kneel at his feet and give praise stated the second Welcome to my kingdom bellowed God, please make yourself at home.... Aye said Ronnie i intend to..... Is there anything i can do for you asked God Aye there is said Ronnie Pray tell replied God thou request is my command In that case said Ronnie....... Get out of my chair
When the great Bobby Moore died, the angels showed him to his new home. A tidy little cottage with shuttered windows and frilly curtains in West Hams colours, smoke from the roaring open fire and a blue plaque on the door saying “Home of Bobby Moore; World Cup winning hero and all time legend”. Bobby thought to himself “I’m going to like it here” and off he went for a walk around the fluffy clouds to take in his surroundings and meet his new heavenly friends. As he walked through a particularly exclusive part of Heaven, he couldn’t help noticing a large mansion. The walls were painted red, the windows had white shutters. There were many rooms and the place was spotless. Little Cherubs tended the gardens, neatly dressed in Red tops and white shorts, all with number 4 ‘Glavin’ printed on the back. Piped music from the garden filled the air “Can you hear the Ponty roaring” ………. and inscribed upon the immaculate gates to the mansion were the words “King Ronnie. Barnsley Legend” Bobby was impressed, but also fuming. “I captained England in their finest hour. I was an all-round good guy with the cleanest image on the planet. I’m not living in a little cottage when some two-bit Scottish no-mark gets a bloody mansion like this” ………… and off he trots, to seek out God. “Here, God!” screams Bobby “Thanks for the nice cottage, but chuff me, I captained England in their finest hour. I was an all-round good guy with the cleanest image on the planet. I’m not living in a little cottage when some two-bit Scottish no-mark called Ronnie Glavin gets a bloody mansion like the one I’ve just seen down the lane ……..” God noticed Bobby’s furrowed brow and seething manner. He gently put his arm around the World Cup winners shoulder and whispered “That’s not Ronnie’s house Bobby …….. it’s mine”
