OLD PICTURES OF BLACKPOOL FC

Allan Brown one of the top managers in my lifetime.

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God bless him,

About a year before his death I found him wandering around my back garden in St Anne’s. It was about 8 or 9 at night, it actually gave me the fright of my life.

After a few seconds I realised it was a old fella who had clearly lost his way, as it was dark I didn’t see his face.

I asked if he was alright, to which he said yes, he was trying to get home but was lost. He asked if he could use my toilet as he’s been walking a while, I said of course and showed him in.

Fortunately my dad was round who had gone to watch games before I was born and knew his face as he was quiet a bit before my time I hadn’t realised. My dad couldn’t believe it and seemed in a state of shock when he told me, as he was one of his Blackpool hero’s

After he came out of the toilet he was shivering and clearly disoriented, so we sat him down in the kitchen and got him a cup of tea and started chatting. We asked where he lived and he couldn’t remember. He thought he was back in Scotland and he was getting quiet upset.

My dad chatted to him about Blackpool FC for a while to take his mind of things whilst I phoned the police to get some help getting him home. We tried to chat to him about all sorts until someone came for him, his memory had obviously seriously disintegrated but you could tell there were a few snippets he could remember as he was taking to us about the club.

About an hour later the police came round with a worker from his care home to take him back. He was in residential care on the other side of St Anne’s, they told me he had sever dementia.

He was a gent who thanked us for everything and said he’d come backing day, as he’d cheered up no end at this point.

We shook his hand and waved him off.

it was a fairly surreal few hours for me but I think my dad was completely taken back by it as I said he was a bit of a hero of his in the 70s.

A night I won’t forget anyway.
 
I think this was 1963 during the big freeze ,remember this being in The Gazette.
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I think this was 1963 during the big freeze ,remember this being in The Gazette.
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I was 10 at the time and me and my mates went to the ground to have a look, as the big gates at the South were opened so you could have a nosy! it was really weird to see the pitch like that, the ice was quite thick. Think it was 3 months with no games! Resulting in the forming of the Pools Panel.
 
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God bless him,

About a year before his death I found him wandering around my back garden in St Anne’s. It was about 8 or 9 at night, it actually gave me the fright of my life.

After a few seconds I realised it was a old fella who had clearly lost his way, as it was dark I didn’t see his face.

I asked if he was alright, to which he said yes, he was trying to get home but was lost. He asked if he could use my toilet as he’s been walking a while, I said of course and showed him in.

Fortunately my dad was round who had gone to watch games before I was born and knew his face as he was quiet a bit before my time I hadn’t realised. My dad couldn’t believe it and seemed in a state of shock when he told me, as he was one of his Blackpool hero’s

After he came out of the toilet he was shivering and clearly disoriented, so we sat him down in the kitchen and got him a cup of tea and started chatting. We asked where he lived and he couldn’t remember. He thought he was back in Scotland and he was getting quiet upset.

My dad chatted to him about Blackpool FC for a while to take his mind of things whilst I phoned the police to get some help getting him home. We tried to chat to him about all sorts until someone came for him, his memory had obviously seriously disintegrated but you could tell there were a few snippets he could remember as he was taking to us about the club.

About an hour later the police came round with a worker from his care home to take him back. He was in residential care on the other side of St Anne’s, they told me he had sever dementia.

He was a gent who thanked us for everything and said he’d come backing day, as he’d cheered up no end at this point.

We shook his hand and waved him off.

it was a fairly surreal few hours for me but I think my dad was completely taken back by it as I said he was a bit of a hero of his in the 70s.

A night I won’t forget anyway.
An excellent, though sad, story Rekt. Thanks for sharing it.
 
I was 15 at the time and remember it well ,loads of catch up games at Bloomers to watch and even a number of Fleetwood home games thrown in midweek all in late March through April from memory .
 
Innocent question - corrected the colour to what you prefer it to be or to what it actually is on the photo? No disrespect intended btw.
Excellent photo as well.
 
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God bless him,

About a year before his death I found him wandering around my back garden in St Anne’s. It was about 8 or 9 at night, it actually gave me the fright of my life.

After a few seconds I realised it was a old fella who had clearly lost his way, as it was dark I didn’t see his face.

I asked if he was alright, to which he said yes, he was trying to get home but was lost. He asked if he could use my toilet as he’s been walking a while, I said of course and showed him in.

Fortunately my dad was round who had gone to watch games before I was born and knew his face as he was quiet a bit before my time I hadn’t realised. My dad couldn’t believe it and seemed in a state of shock when he told me, as he was one of his Blackpool hero’s

After he came out of the toilet he was shivering and clearly disoriented, so we sat him down in the kitchen and got him a cup of tea and started chatting. We asked where he lived and he couldn’t remember. He thought he was back in Scotland and he was getting quiet upset.

My dad chatted to him about Blackpool FC for a while to take his mind of things whilst I phoned the police to get some help getting him home. We tried to chat to him about all sorts until someone came for him, his memory had obviously seriously disintegrated but you could tell there were a few snippets he could remember as he was taking to us about the club.

About an hour later the police came round with a worker from his care home to take him back. He was in residential care on the other side of St Anne’s, they told me he had sever dementia.

He was a gent who thanked us for everything and said he’d come backing day, as he’d cheered up no end at this point.

We shook his hand and waved him off.

it was a fairly surreal few hours for me but I think my dad was completely taken back by it as I said he was a bit of a hero of his in the 70s.

A night I won’t forget anyway.
Fantastic story. He was held in the highest regard as a manager.
 
I wonder whatever happened to Seagull coaches.?
They were bought-in the end-by a guy called Pete (something) who lived in Squires Gate and he sold it to Fylde Borough. Must have been around the late 80s /early 90s and the sale included the garage,which is now a tyre place on Bond Street.
Used to go all around the country with them although some of their stock was getting on a bit at the time.😃
 
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