knocker knowles

by allan
(wordsley exile in st tropez)

I remember going to Hull for a cup game, and a pal who we were with was a mate of Knowlsie.

We met him outside the players entrance , he introduced himself then gave us tickets for the match, I was 17 at the time and was completly starstruck, what a player he had it all, why did he have to meet that girl, cause it was her and her family who brainwashed him.

England was robbed of one of the finest players of his generation, but it is too late now, but he is still spoken of. I now live in france and manage to get to the odd game , but i still remember knowlsie, and when i see these so called big shot players strutting about, i just wish they could have seen him, they couldnt even tie his bootlaces, a genuine super star, good on yer knocker