Wizard At Work
Ted Was A Wow At Two Sets Of Wanderers
When my widowed mother first used to drive my brother, John, and I to watch the Wolves at Molineux, it was long before the M6 had been completed. So, the route from our home near Wigan took us to mecca on the A49 and A41 by way of Warrington, Tarporley and Whitchurch. I always felt that we had arrived when we passed The Crown pub in Tettenhall. Not yet a teen, I never went in, of course, but had I done so, would have seen Ted Vizard. He was ‘mine host’.