I went to primary school with his granddaughter and he used to come into school sometimes to pick her up. It must have been a bit of a chore for him to shake hands with every dad in the playground, but it never stopped him.
As a twelve year old kid from East Ham I can vividly remember bursting with pride with what OUR three heroes did that wet afternoon in July at Wembley. All three were “One of our own” and the memory of that day will never leave me. RIP Martin and thanks for the memories.
Slacker, I watched it at home alone in Canning Town as an 18year-old, Mum & Dad and little brother were at Walton on Naze (I think). Really irritating that I didn't have anyone to celebrate the moment with. :biggrin:
Bubbles,on the morning of the final our old telly finally gave up the ghost and packed up.Me and my dad looked at each other opened mouth for a few seconds ’til we both rushed next door And asked if we could watch it on theirs.”Yeah, no problem we’re going shopping anyway.”SHOPPING!-they weren’t football fans. So the old man and me spent the afternoon bouncing around next door’s front room. Great memories.
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One of our best
Terribly sad.
In a sport where the term legend can be bandied too easily, Martin Peters thoroughly deserved the accolade for West Ham and England.
Great player
RIP
RIP
I went to primary school with his granddaughter and he used to come into school sometimes to pick her up. It must have been a bit of a chore for him to shake hands with every dad in the playground, but it never stopped him.
RIP
All three were “One of our own” and the memory of that day will never leave me.
RIP Martin and thanks for the memories.
So the old man and me spent the afternoon bouncing around next door’s front room.
Great memories.
After 50 plus years (and I am totally not knocking the scale of that bragging) it'd be nice if we had something else to brag about :weep: