A couple of stories....
When the manager of Newcastle, he was on the training ground with the squad, when a car pulled up. A mate pulled up alongside "Jack, there's Trout in the Trent"
Without saying a word to the players, he jumped in the car and gone.
I can't remember who he was playing for, but it was against some foreign team, when some mucky bastard spat in his face. Jack chinned him, laying him out cold.
The referee ran towards him, reaching for a card. Jack pointed to the mess on his face and the ref just held his hands up and walked away. Play on.
RIP Jack Charlton
When the manager of Newcastle, he was on the training ground with the squad, when a car pulled up. A mate pulled up alongside "Jack, there's Trout in the Trent"
Without saying a word to the players, he jumped in the car and gone.
I can't remember who he was playing for, but it was against some foreign team, when some mucky bastard spat in his face. Jack chinned him, laying him out cold.
The referee ran towards him, reaching for a card. Jack pointed to the mess on his face and the ref just held his hands up and walked away. Play on.
RIP Jack Charlton
