We were sat on the patio of our holiday apartment in Turkey waiting for the taxi for the airport. My son walked out from the lounge and said simply "Dad, Bert's died".
I was gutted.
Not long before saw him sat alone on a bench outside Villarreal's ground when we played them, wasn't going to miss that opportunity had a long chat with him which he seemed really made up with. One of my Dads heroes a true legend of our club.
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