Did the Bullring incident involve him charging with a dustbin?I saw Donald around 12 months or so ago when I was working in Rochdale near the Seven Sisters flats.
He was on the other side of the Dual Carriageway heading towards the town centre so I just smiled to myself as i remembered some of the great memories late 80’s early 90’s with this legend.
I remember one away day at Victoria Station he was proudly showing us how to construct a Millwall brick.
We were only 15 or so at the time!
He saved our arses in Brum Centre beside the Bullring one day when it was coming on top with a load of Zulus and we somehow turned the tables on them mainly thanks to the fearless Donald!
I’m sorry now I didn’t stop what I was doing and gone across to him for a chat and to see if he had any plans on paying me back about the £70 he’d had off me over the years in 20p’s!
RIP Fella.
Steve.
That’s the one haha!Did the Bullring incident involve him charging with a dustbin?
He went through a stage of having a newspaper stuffed in his back pocket whilst carrying an umbrella. He explained that both could be turned into deadly weapons in a flash. The umbrella speaks for itself but I'm still intrigued by the newspaper.
I was there. 1988 I think, after a Saturday game.That’s the one haha!
Unfortunately victory was short lived as they soon regrouped and gave us a hiding on the ramp upto the Bullring/station!
Reminds me of being on a Yelloways coach coming back from an away game mid 80's. One of the lads set fire to his newspaper and Donald was stood there oblivious with flames coming out of his arse saying 'Can anyone smell burning?' : )He went through a stage of having a newspaper stuffed in his back pocket whilst carrying an umbrella. He explained that both could be turned into deadly weapons in a flash. The umbrella speaks for itself but I'm still intrigued by the newspaper.
Sorry mate he as a Blue......I remember coming back from Shewsbury, when Frizzle was our manager.He was a pain in the arse at times, but also a good lad. Game as fuck, but also dangerously ‘daft’. Wrexham away, Boxing Day 1998 (1-0 win that started the great turnaround for the club), on the North Manc ‘loony bus’ from the Railway, Hollinwood. Donald was on it, sat directly in front of me on the way home. It was an early KO, 12:00pm, so the game had finished and we were back on the coach and leaving about 2pm.
I’d known Donald for years, but only from City and like everybody else he never remembered my name, I was referred to as ‘Fingy’ and our kid was ‘Fingy’s brother’. He leans over the seat and asks if he can borrow my phone as his credit has gone, so I said yeah no probs, but who are you calling? (Didn’t want him calling Australia for example). He says I’m calling ‘Powell’ and I’m going to tell him we’ve got 50+ lads and we’ll see them in a bit. Turns out it was Gary Powell, one of utd’s main firm, (they were at home in a 3pm KO), Donald wanted our coach to divert to Old Trafford for a meet. The call was quickly ended because I grabbed my phone off him and cut it off. For days I got loads of texts off reds because of Donald. Now you see why he was called ‘Daft’ Donald. RIP you daft twat, you legend, from Fingy.
I’ve never received one, but a rolled up newspaper, jabbed into you hurt like fuck. And of course, you couldn’t be done for carrying an offensive weaponHe went through a stage of having a newspaper stuffed in his back pocket whilst carrying an umbrella. He explained that both could be turned into deadly weapons in a flash. The umbrella speaks for itself but I'm still intrigued by the newspaper.