rje1977 said:Only just heard about "Dek" passing away. Absolutely gutted, he was like a second dad to us in the early 80's - early 90's and took pride in assembling the best team in the South Manchester area by far. Remember the time Manchester boys played us on their own ground and we beat them. Me and a couple of others were approached after the game to see if we wanted to play for them but there was no chance. Unicorn were the envy of all the other kids and THE team to play for !
I played for one of his "super teams" from the age of 6 to 16 and we dominated the Timperley and district league and any team who tried to stand in our way. I think we only missed out on the league twice in all that time to Flixton and Hale Barns. I've still got the trophies to show for it at home, and fond memories from our last ever "under 16's" presentation evening at the Sylvan in 1993 when he presented me with the "fans player of the season" and his "managers player award "1983 - 1993" Getting pissed on Skol was just a happy blur !
I can still hear him bawling at us from the touch line... "Jesus wept, pass the ball" / "Pissing wars (?!) you're like deaf warmed up" Looking back I can remember certain mums and dads arguing with him when he shouted at their sons. Some couldn't hack it and left for lesser clubs, but most of us knew that he was only trying to make us into the best players he could.
Driving us to Platt Lane to train on the astro turf with coaches Guss and Ralph every Wednesday evening, stopping at the chippy on the way home and getting us chips.
Can honestly say I will always fondly remember Dek, cherished childhood memories forever !
I'm living in London now (no prizes for guessing which Manchester football club I support) but keen to attend the funeral.
RIP Dek
LEGEND !
( Rob Evans )
I played for Unicorn from being 5-16; not one of Derek's teams (he managed the age group below), but it didn't matter - he was still a virtual ever-present at all our home games, too. May have been prone to the odd gibberish shout from the sidelines, but really knew his stuff, and was an absolute stalwart of the club - it's actually pretty humbling to think of the hours he must have put in over the years. A great bloke, and a top blue.
He also got me in as ballboy at City - albeit during the dark days of the five-manager-season (Ball, Hartford, Coppell, Neal, Clark)! Can still picture - and hear - him now, dishing out the bollockings when needed. And see him plodding up and down the Maine Road touchline in his size 50 trainers, collecting in the balls before kick-off.
Last saw him a year or so ago and he looked frail, and I'd heard in the meantime that he was ill. Still comes as a shock to hear that he's gone.
RIP 'Big Dek'