The Red Telephone
Striker
Aye bit of a Rolf Harris lookalike - he would turn up just before kick off with a greasy pie and his mates would serenade him with 'OK Fred now you're the Ayatollah!' ( to the tune of OK Fred by Errol Dunkley) and then he'd let rip with the Trumpet Voluntary!Will never forget Ayatollah Fred halfwayish up the Fulwell did the best/worst farts ever. Think he was form Jarra/Hebburn. Can only be described as fuckin disgraceful![]()
Also around that area was a proper radgee who wouldn't have a word said against Leighton James if I remember.