Gerry A Pacemaker Whose Career Slowed
Fame Was Fleeting For Winger Unlucky To Miss Out At Wembley
Easter Monday, 1963 was without doubt one of the happiest days of my young life. April 15 that year was the day I made my ‘debut’ at Molineux – not on the pitch, sadly, but as an excited ten-year-old sitting in the Molineux Street wing stand and being thrilled by a 3-1 victory for my heroes against Aston Villa.
It was on the journey home to near Wigan that something happened that I have seldom thought about since. We stopped at Keele Services on the M6 and I was tucking into a jam doughnut, still proudly wearing my gold and black hooped scarf, when a genial man beamed at me.