Condolences to you and your family. I started playing at age of 13 when a next door neighbor but one (Walker brothers - all play/coach at Dewsbury Rams) introduced me to amateur down and Dewsbury Moor. Never picked a ball up in my life before but an absolute legend of a man, a true gent called Derek Allot showed me what to do. Then played for Dewsbury & Batley schoolboys (alongside some blokes called Nick Fozzard and Francis Cummins). Our coach was some other geezer called David Ward, another really nice guy. My first ever Leeds game was in 1993 CC final when Franny Cummins scored his length of the field try. Enjoyed watching them ever since.

(Oh, there was a brief dabble in a couple of seasons up at Fartown watching Hudds cos my dad worked for David Brown Gears and got free tickets between 1992-93).

My son's middle name is Headingley (honest!), and I hope one day he'll pick up the ball and fall in love with the game (whoever he supports)!

Who in their right mind calls their son Barnstoneworth?

He's got another name....

"United, what sort of name is that ?"

"Its a form of madness y'know, wearing yer scarf in bed, calling yer kid Barnstoneworth"

One of the funniest jokes ever told on screen, IMO.

Welcome to my world and I agree it is a form of madness. Never denied it.

The best line by far is well hidden in the scene in the clubhouse before the meeting between Gordon and the barman...

"Cyril ?"
"Gordon"
"Hows Vera?"
"Not bad, fartings stopped"

If his dad was the same Robin that played for Leeds he would also have had an uncle called Mick. I knew Robin's brother Mick who played in the "Hot Pot Belly Band" when I too was playing in a band. We often used to play in blues/jazz/jug band jam sessions in Leeds when sometimes Mark Knopler would drop by and join in.

Robin's dad used to have fish n chip shop in Burley not far from the ground.