L to R back. Alan Jarvis, Andy Davidson captain, Mick Milner, Maurice Swan, Chris Simpkin, Mick Brown, Terry Heath. Front L to R. Ray Henderson, Ken Wagstaff, Chris Chilton, Ken Houghton, Ian Butler. All five forwards scored into double figures that season. Even the wingers scored eleven goals each. From memory I don't recall any of the back line scoring a league goal between them all season, Heath scored two in the FA Cup v Notts Forest and Simpkin one v Chelsea also in the FA Cup but the others? Missing from the line up is the regular left back for that season, Denis Butler, which is probably why Mick Brown is in the team photo. He was more famous for being a first team coach at Manchester United after his playing career then he was a first team player with us.
If my memory serves me well, this team photo was probably taken before the Forest Cup game as I think Mick Brown played LB. It was either that or the Southampton cup game.
Could be the Southampton game, John? Waggy didn't play against Forest (my first ever game at BP), he was injured - his replacement, Terry Heath, scored both goals.
Talking of Terry Heath, just nicked this from the Scunny site ... Terry Heath, attacking midfield player. 232 league games, 54 goals for Leicester City, Hull City (pictured), Scunthorpe United and Lincoln City, 1962 to 1974. League Cup winner with Leicester City 1963/64, and part of Scunthorpe United promotion to Div 3 in 1971/72. Also a superb painter, 2 lovely pieces of his work.
I was at both games, I remember Mick Brown playing in one of the games, but you are right, I can remember when the team for the Forest game being announced and Wagstaff was not playing, this being a big blow, but then Terry Heath came up with the goods.
Was a really big blow for me - my first ever game and I was really looking forward to seeing the star larkers, Waggy & Chillo playing, got to see Chris Chilton and we won against a first division team, it was certainly a memorable first!
That's a black and white photo, whoever colourised it obviously didn't know we played in amber and black.
Top bloke is Wally, 100% Hull City. First met him when I worked in the foundry at Ideal Standard with him in 1972 and he was selling Hull City fireside bingo tickets. Father of about seven children if I remember correctly, always a smile on his face too. Used to see him on duty at North Ferriby too, manning the car park and stuff when City were there. Throughout all the turmoil and changes the club when through, Wally Jude, was always there backstage, upbeat, smart, and doing a stint for the club. So a richly deserved award for a top man. Well done Wally Jude.
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