Exactly 25 years ago, but probably not for the first time or the last, Esh Winning FC had what euphemists call a cash flow problem. Others just say they’re skint.
Salvation came in the form of Kevin Keegan who – cajoled by the late and much lamented sports journalist Bob Cass – spoke for two-and-a-half hours in exchange for a plate of pie and peas but otherwise didn’t ask for a bean.
“He won’t let you down,” Bob had promised and nor, of course, did he.
The occasion is recalled by yesterday’s blog on Bamburgh Castle, because as well as pie and peas the club also gave KK a picture of the castle painted by a committee member.
“He was chuffed to bits,” said the near-legendary Allan Morton, club secretary at the time. Might that painting of Bamburgh Castle still hang above the Keegan fireplace?
*We may have done Beamish Museum an injustice by suggesting in recent blogs that there was a surprising lack of sporting emphasis.
As well as the annual Durham Amateur Football Trust exhibition this weekend, a series of Sunday cricket matches will take place on the events field from July 22 until the end of August.
It began in 2010 when – with thanks to blog reader Don Clarke for the spot – Whickham and Percy Main cricket clubs, both marking their 150th anniversary, played under 1860 rules and in vaguely Victorian garb.
They’d been kitted outy both by the museum and by a theatrical costumier in Leadgate. A theatrical costumier in Leadgate are five words I never thought I’d write. Another museum piece.
*Still we seek suggestions for a song to mark the 70th birthday of the NHS. Guardian reading Penrith FC secretary Ian White is surprised I even got into the party – “especially as you lot fought tooth and nail to prevent its introduction and compared it to National Socialism.”
You lot? He means Shildon Football Club?
The number of suggestions remains as disappointing as a barium meal. Nominations to email@example.com, please, for a well known song title – real or amended – that might fit the health service bill.
Norman Robinson’s suggestion of Poorly Till I Die, as sung by the Town End choir at Hartlepool United, is ingenious but perhaps a little inappropriate. The outcome of all this tomorrow.