Rather than a lapdog, more chief spy.
Responsible for so many bad things about the Club during his time.
City's new regime felt they needed to acknowledge his longevity without any knowledge of what he got up to.
A ****, and I don't say it lightly about someone who is passed away.
The ticket office was an utter shambles under his tenure. The fiasco of the sale of the Gillingham play off final tickets summed it up. Work commitments aside I'd been home and away supporting us that season when the club needed us the most. In fact they'd literally begged us not to desert them. A hard core of 28,000 of us did, which could swell to 35,000 for key games. So I should have had no problem getting a ticket for Wembley then, considering we were getting 46,000 tickets.....wrong! The club decided we had to go to the ground to buy a ticket. A bit hard to do when I was 300 miles away working on a ship and didn't get off until the Wednesday before the final. As soon as I heard I continually phoned the ticket office every day. All I got was an engaged tone. It was the same for every bloody number at the club. The inevitable happened and we sold out. Being in Kent I thought I'd pop into Gillingham on the way home and buy one for their end but unbelievably they sold out their allocation as well.
Luckily after a desperate search and numerous phone calls I managed to get one last minute from Sue Wallace.
As you say I also don't like to speak ill of the dead and the man did work at the club for years but he was an utter disaster at the job he did.