|
Post by Laughing Gravy on Nov 21, 2021 22:19:10 GMT
I met Nick Powell at a restaurant once - we’d accidentally been given his table. Apparently he was fond of the restaurant and had a specific table he liked, and the management had messed up and gotten their days wrong, (it was Tuesday and they thought he was coming on Thursday or something like that). Anyway, the manager, completely embarrassed (this is a pretty nice restaurant) comes by and says “I’m so sorry, but we’d like to move you to another table if you could be troubled, and we’ll gladly compensate you for the cost of the meal and any other meal you’d like while you’re in town.” My sister and cousin were both like “Yeah that’s cool.” and I kind of played the asshole a bit. “I’m sorry, I just don’t understand. We’ve been here for 15 minutes - we’ve just ordered. Can’t we finish our meal here?” Then out of nowhere Nick Powell shows up next to the manager and says “Paul, these guys can finish. We’ll be at the bar. I got some time.” And I (being a big Powell fan) said “Oh wow, uh… I had no idea. Please feel free to give them the table.” Nick was grateful, shook my hand and said thanks, then gave me a card with his number on it and told me to give him a call later. After working up the nerve, I gave him a call that night, and to make a long story short, we had a glorious 11 month love affair, man on man, that I shall never forget. Our bodies intertwined as one, and from the beauty of Morocco, to the French Riviera, to the snorkeling in the Galopagos, Nick Powell and I made glorious gay love to each other on six of the seven continents. That explains why he hates Stoke.
|
|
|
Post by Laughing Gravy on Nov 21, 2021 22:22:01 GMT
|
|
|
Post by terryconroysmagic on Nov 21, 2021 22:24:44 GMT
I met Nick Powell at a restaurant once - we’d accidentally been given his table. Apparently he was fond of the restaurant and had a specific table he liked, and the management had messed up and gotten their days wrong, (it was Tuesday and they thought he was coming on Thursday or something like that). Anyway, the manager, completely embarrassed (this is a pretty nice restaurant) comes by and says “I’m so sorry, but we’d like to move you to another table if you could be troubled, and we’ll gladly compensate you for the cost of the meal and any other meal you’d like while you’re in town.” My sister and cousin were both like “Yeah that’s cool.” and I kind of played the asshole a bit. “I’m sorry, I just don’t understand. We’ve been here for 15 minutes - we’ve just ordered. Can’t we finish our meal here?” Then out of nowhere Nick Powell shows up next to the manager and says “Paul, these guys can finish. We’ll be at the bar. I got some time.” And I (being a big Powell fan) said “Oh wow, uh… I had no idea. Please feel free to give them the table.” Nick was grateful, shook my hand and said thanks, then gave me a card with his number on it and told me to give him a call later. After working up the nerve, I gave him a call that night, and to make a long story short, we had a glorious 11 month love affair, man on man, that I shall never forget. Our bodies intertwined as one, and from the beauty of Morocco, to the French Riviera, to the snorkeling in the Galopagos, Nick Powell and I made glorious gay love to each other on six of the seven continents. That explains why he hates Stoke. Or maybe why he gets injured so much…🤣
|
|
|
Post by walrus on Nov 22, 2021 8:07:54 GMT
I saw Jose Mourinho in the waiting room at Stockport station when he was Man Utd manager.
Another bloke excitedly tried to start up a conversation about Alexis Sanchez who they had just signed.
Mourinho told him “If you want a photo with me you can have one but I don’t want to chat”, which I thought was reasonable.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2021 8:26:28 GMT
Shawcross was my neighbour so pretty much every week. Dalian Atkinson once gave me a V sign for not letting him in on the M6 when he tried to overtake on the inside at some crazy speed . He got done for no insurance soon after.
|
|
|
Post by Orbs on Nov 22, 2021 8:41:17 GMT
Not a footballer but I’m friends with the linesman from Saturday who was next to the Surridge red card incident.
|
|
|
Post by Orbs on Nov 22, 2021 8:42:17 GMT
Shawcross was my neighbour so pretty much every week. Dalian Atkinson once gave me a V sign for not letting him in on the M6 when he tried to overtake on the inside at some crazy speed . He got done for no insurance soon after. And then tazered to death by the police.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2021 8:48:55 GMT
Shawcross was my neighbour so pretty much every week. Dalian Atkinson once gave me a V sign for not letting him in on the M6 when he tried to overtake on the inside at some crazy speed . He got done for no insurance soon after. And then tazered to death by the police. Was driving a Ford Cosworth if I remember rightly. I think his argument was that he couldn't afford insurance I remember seeing in the paper. One of those where a lane is closed and always one who tries to cut in and the last second and he was getting the treatment from the queue.
|
|
|
Post by woodstein on Nov 22, 2021 9:02:29 GMT
We spoke to Charlie Charlie Adam at Blackpool zoo just after his move to Reading, Nigel Worthington shopping in Leeds, and Ian Rush on the cable car at Alton Towers! And my hero Gordon Banks at the Birmingham superprix motor racing meeting circa 1990.
|
|
|
Post by Clem Fandango on Nov 22, 2021 9:21:49 GMT
I sold Chris Iwelumo 20 chicken nuggets and a supersize chicken sandwich meal at McDs drive through once. It was the first time I'd heard him speak and it I was really surprised by his thick scottish accent.
Also saw Gary Neville and Nicolas Anelka in the diesel store in Manchester. Anelka had this huge entourage but Neville was decked out head to toe in diesel gear and at first I thought he worked there took me a few minutes to realise who he was.
|
|
|
Post by shakermaker on Nov 22, 2021 9:37:56 GMT
Not a footballer story, but a few years ago my wife and I were at Tyntesfield, a National Trust estate near Bristol. I wanted a picture of us against the manor house, and my wife asked this bloke if she could take our picture. I saw the bloke and my jaw hit the ground, whilst she casually told him how to operate her phone as he curtly replied "Yep, I know," his wife and daughter patiently waiting.
After she took the photo I told her who he was. It was Damon Hill, who I like far more than Lewis Hamilton and who I spent many Grand Prix waking up early in the morning to watch him race live.
How I desperately wanted to ask for a photo with just me and him, but I was worried he'd tell me to fuck off and ruin the image I had of him. He seemed a nice guy though.
|
|
|
Post by greystokie on Nov 22, 2021 9:52:19 GMT
I met Nick Powell at a restaurant once - we’d accidentally been given his table. Apparently he was fond of the restaurant and had a specific table he liked, and the management had messed up and gotten their days wrong, (it was Tuesday and they thought he was coming on Thursday or something like that). Anyway, the manager, completely embarrassed (this is a pretty nice restaurant) comes by and says “I’m so sorry, but we’d like to move you to another table if you could be troubled, and we’ll gladly compensate you for the cost of the meal and any other meal you’d like while you’re in town.” My sister and cousin were both like “Yeah that’s cool.” and I kind of played the asshole a bit. “I’m sorry, I just don’t understand. We’ve been here for 15 minutes - we’ve just ordered. Can’t we finish our meal here?” Then out of nowhere Nick Powell shows up next to the manager and says “Paul, these guys can finish. We’ll be at the bar. I got some time.” And I (being a big Powell fan) said “Oh wow, uh… I had no idea. Please feel free to give them the table.” Nick was grateful, shook my hand and said thanks, then gave me a card with his number on it and told me to give him a call later. After working up the nerve, I gave him a call that night, and to make a long story short, we had a glorious 11 month love affair, man on man, that I shall never forget. Our bodies intertwined as one, and from the beauty of Morocco, to the French Riviera, to the snorkeling in the Galopagos, Nick Powell and I made glorious gay love to each other on six of the seven continents. I don't believe that! I was with you till you said he'd be at the bar - Nick Powell doesn't drink. 😉
|
|
|
Post by middleoftheboothen on Nov 22, 2021 10:35:15 GMT
Used to always see Ricardo Fuller up hanley Saturday nights in my younger days.
|
|
|
Post by hardcastle on Nov 22, 2021 11:08:35 GMT
I met Nick Powell at a restaurant once - we’d accidentally been given his table. Apparently he was fond of the restaurant and had a specific table he liked, and the management had messed up and gotten their days wrong, (it was Tuesday and they thought he was coming on Thursday or something like that). Anyway, the manager, completely embarrassed (this is a pretty nice restaurant) comes by and says “I’m so sorry, but we’d like to move you to another table if you could be troubled, and we’ll gladly compensate you for the cost of the meal and any other meal you’d like while you’re in town.” My sister and cousin were both like “Yeah that’s cool.” and I kind of played the asshole a bit. “I’m sorry, I just don’t understand. We’ve been here for 15 minutes - we’ve just ordered. Can’t we finish our meal here?” Then out of nowhere Nick Powell shows up next to the manager and says “Paul, these guys can finish. We’ll be at the bar. I got some time.” And I (being a big Powell fan) said “Oh wow, uh… I had no idea. Please feel free to give them the table.” Nick was grateful, shook my hand and said thanks, then gave me a card with his number on it and told me to give him a call later. After working up the nerve, I gave him a call that night, and to make a long story short, we had a glorious 11 month love affair, man on man, that I shall never forget. Our bodies intertwined as one, and from the beauty of Morocco, to the French Riviera, to the snorkeling in the Galopagos, Nick Powell and I made glorious gay love to each other on six of the seven continents. I do hope you were gentle with him (he's very fragile, you know)!
|
|
|
Post by unknown182 on Nov 22, 2021 11:15:19 GMT
Once Saw Abdoulaye Faye in Debenhams
|
|
|
Post by onefatcopper on Nov 22, 2021 11:56:01 GMT
Bumped into Chris Iwelumo, Wayne Thomas & Jessie Lingard at Costa Holmes Chapel, also bollocked the members of One Direction & security crew for taking disabled parking spots at same Costa.
|
|
|
Post by foxysgloves on Nov 22, 2021 14:18:32 GMT
Used to see The Crouchie every morning disembarking from the Euston - Piccadilly train at 8.30am at Stoke station as I was waiting for my train to work. He'd always get off the train last and walk along the near deserted platform 2, trying to be as inconspicuous as a giant human can be. I never spoke to him (or him me), but he knew that I knew who he was and, after about a year of our paths crossing daily, we were on nodding terms. However, the transitory episodic intertwining of our existences was never to reach its full and natural conclusion given that, after becoming increasingly frustrated with the punctuality of the train service offered, I bought a car and began driving to work. Similarly, Pete's days as a Stoke player were slowly coming to an end and he must have known that his morning routine would soon change forever and his life take another direction, such is the nature of his profession. It's was only a couple of months between me taking the decision to drive to work and The Crouchy departing for Burnley but I often wonder if he thought of me when stepping off that Pendalino each morning, the absence of his one constant providing an apt metaphor for the ebbing away of a somewhat remarkable career. Peter, if you're reading this, then I'd love to silently nod at you again someday whilst imagining what your wife's labia look like. Love it. Best post I’ve read on here in yonks. Brought a tear to my eye.
|
|
|
Post by stokefc on Nov 22, 2021 15:44:27 GMT
Tony Kelly ,the black one ,, signed my pack of three in Evergreens
|
|
|
Post by NassauDave on Nov 22, 2021 15:49:31 GMT
My eldest son saw shaqiri in Leeds just before he left us. My son sung the shaqiri song n he couldn’t believe he had been spotted by a Stoke fan in Leeds 😃 My youngest son saw jerome round wakey when he played for us Shaqiri always struck me as someone that would stab you in the eye if you tried talking to him in public He would need a fucking step ladder, so highly unlikely.
|
|
|
Post by heworksardtho on Nov 22, 2021 16:10:54 GMT
Saw Ian Wright Wright Wright down trentham the other month with Shaun Wright Phillips and his son who plays for Stoke , so that was a hat trick for me ✊
|
|
|
Post by Laughing Gravy on Nov 22, 2021 16:27:02 GMT
Bumped into Chris Iwelumo, Wayne Thomas & Jessie Lingard at Costa Holmes Chapel, also bollocked the members of One Direction & security crew for taking disabled parking spots at same Costa. Copper by name copper by nature
|
|
|
Post by questionable on Nov 22, 2021 16:35:31 GMT
Not football related but my brother was in The Place years ago and politely asked a bloke if he was Sam Plank,, obviously he took offense then head butted my brother 🤣🤣🤣
|
|
|
Post by jimmygscfc1234 on Nov 22, 2021 16:44:41 GMT
Stood next to Lee Chapman in a urinal in a London 'wine bar' back in his Arsenal days. He was with Alan Sunderland I think. Had a brief chat and he was pretty friendly but didn't wash his hands
|
|
|
Post by RF10 on Nov 22, 2021 18:39:54 GMT
Andy Griffin used to come in my work now and again and once had chat with him about Pulis.
Technically not away from football but at Power League once when we were starting our game, Mama and Ricardo were finished up their game just before us playing together on the same team. Never thought I'd be on the same pitch as them pair.
|
|
|
Post by leicspotter on Nov 22, 2021 18:46:24 GMT
Not a footballer but I’m friends with the linesman from Saturday who was next to the Surridge red card incident. Not anymore surely!
|
|
|
Post by leicspotter on Nov 22, 2021 18:49:06 GMT
I once stayed in the same hotel as the entire England squad in High Wycombe, managed by Bobby Robson, when the players refused to stay in that converted monastery they used to use.
The likes of Butcher and Osman were practising their golf outside but the big attraction, for the girls, was Glenn Hoddle, who spent over an hour after dinner having pics with ladies
|
|
|
Post by dave1 on Nov 22, 2021 18:55:49 GMT
I sold Chris Iwelumo 20 chicken nuggets and a supersize chicken sandwich meal at McDs drive through once. It was the first time I'd heard him speak and it I was really surprised by his thick scottish accent. Also saw Gary Neville and Nicolas Anelka in the diesel store in Manchester. Anelka had this huge entourage but Neville was decked out head to toe in diesel gear and at first I thought he worked there took me a few minutes to realise who he was. Did this happen to be meir park mcdonalds? I used to work there. He used to come for breakfast most days and say give me as many sausage and egg muffins as I can with this (handing over a £20 note over)
|
|
|
Post by thehartshillbadger on Nov 22, 2021 18:57:58 GMT
I once stayed in the same hotel as the entire England squad in High Wycombe, managed by Bobby Robson, when the players refused to stay in that converted monastery they used to use. The likes of Butcher and Osman were practising their golf outside but the big attraction, for the girls, was Glenn Hoddle, who spent over an hour after dinner having pics with ladies Pat Butcher and Sue Osman? You’re getting confused with the cast of Eastenders. Was Wilmot Brown there as well?
|
|
|
Post by apb1979 on Nov 22, 2021 18:58:36 GMT
Used to see Big Chris regularly when he lived next door to my brother. I’ve also met Larus Sigurdsson on a night out in Hanley. Also met Nicky Butt on a night out in Manchester.
|
|
|
Post by leicspotter on Nov 22, 2021 19:10:15 GMT
I once stayed in the same hotel as the entire England squad in High Wycombe, managed by Bobby Robson, when the players refused to stay in that converted monastery they used to use. The likes of Butcher and Osman were practising their golf outside but the big attraction, for the girls, was Glenn Hoddle, who spent over an hour after dinner having pics with ladies Pat Butcher and Sue Osman? You’re getting confused with the cast of Eastenders. Was Wilmot Brown there as well? June 1983 (played Scotland on the Wednesday night)...there was no Dirty Den(nis) Wise either Stoke represented by Peter Shilton...who wasn't at Stoke by then...
|
|