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Bumping into David Moyes
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I was walking to Lime Street Station in Liverpool on Monday evening and looked up to see David Moyes himself, on his own and heading right towards me, dressed smartly in his suit. He came almost within touching distance!
At first glance I thought he looked taller and younger looking in the flesh so I had to do a double take. I was so excited I actually had to ask my girl friend if it was really him, which is quite funny as she is the last person I would ask a football question, especially regarding Everton, as she is a disgusting Liverpool fan who has no clue about footy (even though she thinks she does!).
Then she had to embarrass me by shouting “Moyes!” in a stupid childish voice, and as he looked back I had no clue what to say or do.
I then began texting nearly every Evertonian I knew what I had just witnessed. A friend of mine then replied to me saying did I get his autograph? I said no because I didn’t have a pen and paper. Another friend asked did I shake his hand? I said no because I had just been to a Chinese all-you-can-eat buffet and my hands were still sticky from the kung bo ribs, I didn’t want to grease up his hand or suit.
My brother said I should have asked him to bring Seamus Coleman back into the team and is Pienaar going to sign his contract?
My question to fellow toffeewebers is if you were me in that situation and you had a one off opportunity to ask one question to David Moyes what would it be? Hopefully if the opportunity happens again I will be better prepared.
Ian Tunstead, Posted 06/04/2010 at 18:20:24
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1 - Your gf must be very pretty.
2 - Curiously Nick, I have also seen BK in Kensington Gardens in London. Walking with his partner.
3 - I would certainly say hello.
I was at an Ian Brown gig a couple of years ago, and got into the after party... didn't really know what to say, so didn't bother him. My cheeky mate went up and asked if he could have a go on the joint he was smoking!!!
Think I've gone a bit off topic. Anyway... COYB!
True story.
Needless to say, Preston lost the play-off final and he became Everton manager a few weeks later... XD
Met BK on the train back to Leeds after a match when I was at uni there — just said hello.
Partied with DM in Squires in Preston — think they had just been promoted to the Championship (or whatever it was called), or might even have just been celebrating making the play-offs — I remember he was well pissed though!
If I met him now, I'd ask if his song bothers him!
I once served Howard Kendall in a bar I worked in, in Magaluf, strangely enough he was on the coffee and didn't ask for any ale. Got my photo took with him and I got a kiss off Calin Harvey's daughter, she was fit. Met quite a few footie players when I worked in Magaluf as it was a popular gettaway and a few soap stars, that bellend who plays Rickkkyyyyy, is about four foot none and a bit of a cock.
Can't remember what I said to him, as I was tucking into a crate of Chang in the car and was pissed as a fart at the time. All I can remember is that I had also eaten several packets of Scampi fries and he probably wasnt too impressed with my no doubt 'beer batter' breath.
This was just after we'd been knocked out the Champions League qualifiers, had a dreadful start to the season, and had been soundly thrashed 5-1 by Dinamo Bucharest and the guy looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.
I was all up for just leaving him alone and letting him eat his meal and read his paper in peace but the missus was having none of it. She told me "don't let him leave" and raced off in her car to get her Everton shirt to sign. How the hell she thought I was gonna detain Moyesie if he wanted to do one, I do not know.
Anyway, after she returned, I went over, feeling like a right tit, and asked him if he could sign her shirt for him. He was happy to do this but she'd brought the shittiest 75-year-old marker I've ever seen in my life and he kept saying "hold the shirt tight", "just hold it tighter", "hold it tight" and I was thinking "I fucking am holding it tight!"
Anyway, we spoke for a few minutes, I wished him luck for the next game and then I left, embarrassed, thinking "I bet Moyes thinks I'm a right twat!"
Oh, and the ex has got the signed shirt. Bitch.
Moyesie and the squad travelling by rail and Felli travelling to London to see a specialist on the train. It must show how different things are here in Australia as I can say for sure that no sporting professional would travel anywhere on a train. If you experienced travel on a train in Oz you would probably understand why.
I couldnt resist saying something so I gushed how I used to love seeing him line up in goal at Anfield in front of the kop.
"You a Liverpool fan then?" he grinned!
"Nah" says I, "I'm a Blue and seeing you in their goals always made me feel confident of a goal or two"
he told me to fock off!
But laughed!
Alright Baldy?, I shouted!
Fock offffff! Yelled the baldy one him self!
Seems to be a trend developing here..
I met Barry Horne years ago and he gave me his Mizuno footy boots - they were great. But I had to stop wearing them when I was about 14 as he was only size 7 !
My Mate asked me if he could borrow my pen to get there autographs.
I said "Fuck off he'll drop it and he'll stamp on it."
Grobellaar laughed but Souness kept his miserable arrogant gob up.
As it was a short flight back to Liverpool, we didn't get a "meal" but an orange juice and a Time Out chocy bar. So we cut out the "OUT" part of the wrapper and asked the stewardess (who we later found out was also a blue) to give it to the late arrival gentleman in seat 1A, which brilliantly she did. I like to think it was me and my al' fella who forced him out!
To be fair, Whelan did laugh and take it in good spirits. Top blokes.
Ok, strictly she never played for us, but... um.... very nice old lady.
I worked in the sports centre at Hope Uni. Rush used to show his stupid walnut face on the last day of the 'Ian Rush Soccer School'. He was giving the kids signed photees of himself and handed me one which I threw straight in the bin. He then asked where the bogs where so I directed the soft sod to the ladies.
1. Why is he so negative against mediocre teams who are inferior to us in quality?
2. Why won't he buy the pacy winger we all crave to give us that extra dimension and threat on the break?
Now, if you want to ask the same question about Molly Ringwald...
1. Peter Reid at the next table in a 'trendy wine bar' a couple of years ago, central Manchester. Not quite tired and emotional, but making plenty of noise for very early evening, I nevertheless went in unrehearsed.
What came out was "Mr Reid - thank you for everything you have ever done for Everton Football Club". He shook my hand and said something about - great club. Job done.
2. Thursday morning, Barcelona Airport, a couple of years ago, at the bar next to Andy Townsend, whose name I couldn't remember, he could see I recognised him, so I just said 'You're him off the telly, aint ya'. He smiled.
Peter Reid or the Amazing Townsend... which could it be?!?!?
Met Fellaini at Manchester airport last year, communicated by flashing my Everton passport cover.
Asked Barry Horne to speak at the Liverpool Uni Old boys dinner - he refused and said he didnt mix with students when he was there, his mates were the Wrexham lads.
Met Peter Johnson in the exec lounge at Gatwick after Everton beat QPR 3-2 on the plastic pitch, Hinchcliffe scored — told me all about the hamper business, his bird was with him from Tranmere.
Met Sam Allardyce at the sushi bar at Gatwick departures last summer — he was on the phone most of the time, but I asked him about his grandson, little Sam who I had scouted for Everton, but he's at Man Utd, still got Craig Allardyce's mobile number.
Carried Dave Hickson's luggage from the Easyjet flight at Nice airport last summer as he was going on his hols — told me how he had kicked us up out of the second division in the 50's, i told him he had knocked me down when he played for the over the hill mob, and I still hadn't washed my shirt.
Got Duncan Ferguson to sit my 2 young lads on his each knee for a photo, told him to watch his latest groin strain, then introduced him to my wife, who couldn't even speak to him — told him I would tuck them both in and switch the light off if he wanted. Laughed his head off.
Best of all, had a fight with Jasper Carrot in a hotel bar in London in the 80s, remember getting him in a headlock and knuckling his wiry frizzy hair — he wasnt bald then, filming the detectives. Even Robert Powell didn't wade in to help him, Brummie twat.
He refused, said he had to go home for his tea — then he stayed chatting to an RS scout for 30 minutes with his back to us — could still see the cunts nose though.
Moyes said "Well nobody really knows" then he added "But If Hughes never made those amazing 80s movies that defined my generation, we might not have all the quirky characters and excellent coming of age films now. It’s nice to hear these younger directors say he’s their primary influence. You do though have to wonder what kind of incredible films this guy could have produced if he kept working, but maybe he assumed that his best work was already out there and he got sick of the Hollywood scene".
My mate then asked for an autograph but by then Moyes was running and just shouted "Sorry son, am gonnae miss mah fuckin train!"
3. Rubbing shoulders with Nobby Styles in a local Italian restaurant. His seat was shoulder to shoulder with mine at the next table back. He didn't intimidate me.
4. Jimmy Tarbuck singing lead for Fleetwood Mac - it was all my fault .... should I stop there?
Saw former Torquay AssMan Gary Nelson (who asked me during a match what time it was. I told him and felt in some way I had helped the Gulls to the 0-0 draw that day) walk through Kings Cross station! Yeah! Kings Cross!
Also, I once had Lisa Snowden smile at me during a recording for Top of the Pops... unfortunately that's all that happened.
In those days there was no love lost between both camps and this was just a few days before a derby game. All at once, the two big men were into each other, first with insults then threats of what they would do to each other in the game then it exploded into fisticuffs. It took the combined efforts of their mates to pull them apart.
I managed a congratularly back slap for Fred and suggested that if it happened again he throw the head in.
Also had a photo taken with Barmby (pre-judas). Caught Pip in the background too. Didn't imagine the manc boy (he's quite small and frail) would be our future captain!
Some sad buggers on this site, for sure!
CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH?
I managed to chat and get photos with just about every player including Howard Kendall. Best of all was having drinks with Mike Trebilcock, a real down-to-earth guy. The next morning I was surprised to be on the same flight to Sydney as the Everton team! Great memories.
My uncle said Duncan walked into the hotel bar and played the fruit machine.
Apparently Duncan was bigger then he thought and his sheer physical presence caused the entire bar to stop drinking and watch the big man playing the fruit machine.
He said up close Duncan looked like a seriously dangerous character but apparently he was nice and friendly to anyone brave enough to ask for an autograph.
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