Sincere condolences Leostoke, I used to travel with the Knype Vics coaches and your Dad used to run the coaches. We had many a laugh with Quinto and Stevie Kendal! he'd clear the pub when we were on match days. He'd shout "come on drink up!" when trying to get us back on the coach for the game and many locals used to think they had to drink up too! I'm sure he's still shouting up with the big man!
Rest in peace Quinto!!
Oh just remembered we used to give him the chant Qunito! Quinto! (as we used to do for Steino!)
Back in the early/mid 90s as a teenager I used to travel on the biddulph bus to away games. It was a godsend for me as my old man couldn't be arsed to go. I used to spend my paper round money on tickets and bus fare. Quinto used to look out for me as I was all on my own. I'll never forget them days as they were formative in me falling in love with away days. Something that hasn't dissapated nearly a quarter of a century later. Sad to hear this news. A good man. RIP.
RIP Quinto Grepp. I knew Quinto for years, played cards and drank a few pints with him in the Trent in Biddulph. He was a character, as where most of the Trent lads in them days. Proper Stoke fan who followed them for years and years. Been on his old bus many times. He saved me from a slap at a match one day by scaring off some thugs with a great big bloody screwdriver. Am I correct in thinking that your family hold the record for most Stoke season tickets held by one family. Quinto was not the biggest bloke in the world but his personality was huge. Good bloke and a proper old School Stokie. The final whistle has blown for you Quinto but you will always be remembered by all that had the pleasure to know you. Rest In Peace Quinto, all of our thoughts are with your f
Sorry to hear of your loss, only met your dad a few times when he helped run the Biddulph & Knypersley away buses, a very larger than life character who'll be sadly missed RIP. Although he did forget to pick me & my Nephew up at Longport roundabout once when we were going to Watford!!
R I P Quinto so sorry to hear about you dad top guy LEGEND attended every away game with him when he ran the. Bus from biddulph every trip was a adventure. Just one to mention reading away Elm Park night match only 8 of us on full coach but he was still going no stopping him so many stories with this legend I was always known as baldy to him as it was easy to spell as nipping round his house getting our bus tickets for the next away game was always a laugh due to his spelling of some places we were going one to name gribsby. Rip Quinto top guy
Hi Not sure if anyone on here knew my dad Quinto Greppellini, sadly he passed away this morning 2 weeks before his 90th birthday.
The funeral has been arranged for Friday 2nd December (Quinto's 90th birthday). Church service at English martyrs catholic church in Biddulph at 830am, crematon at Bradwell at 10am,followed by the wake at knypersly cricket club to share memotes of such a unique man. Formal dress for the church but feel free to wear a stoke top to the crem. Would be great to meet some of you that have left such great messages that have made us all laugh!
Only just seen this news this morning, condolences to you and yours. Went on quite a few of the coach trips your Dad and Steve used to run. Good days out. I think I was on the same trip to Sunderland as others have mentioned. Early morning start to get to a pub on route and then on to a working mans club ??? before the game near Sunderland. After the game a pub stop on the way back in Wetherby ?? until midnight then back home. A few of us went into town from the designated pub on the edge of town for a few beers and on returning found that the bar that everyone had been in was empty. We asked where everyone was and were told that they were in the function room. Went in and found that everyone had been "invited" to a wedding reception. Was a bit bizarre to say the least to have a load of Stokies standing on chairs and tables singing Delilah at a random wedding reception, but the bride and groom seemed happy enough! Strange end to a good day out, and your old man had a big grin on his face when he saw our reaction when we got there, a bit typical of him for something like that to happen. Just one of many away games he organised with other stories.
Yeah - we were all invited into a wedding at that pub on the A1 near Wetherby!
I was sick in the toilets on the bus I was so pissed - left my house at about 8am Saturday morning, stopped at the Wetherby pub on the way up, got pissed in a pub by the sea in South Shields, watched the match (fairly sure Mark Walters (SJW brother... :-)) scored in a 1-0 win at Roker Park, then the legendary Weatherby stop at the same pub on the way home.
Quinto made sure I got home as I lived round the corner from him up on the Park Lane estate (at about 3-4am on the Sunday!)
Felt rough for my 10.30am kick off next morning!
There are a million and one Quinto stories from everyone who knew him, a proper character and a brilliant life story - it could be a film.