PAUL D RYAN TAKES A LOOK BACK AT HIS EUROPEAN FOOTBALL HOP WITH PAL TREVOR THIRTY YEARS AGO..
Dutch courage: At Feyenoord
He lived in an East End terrace and they were deceptively big houses. It took him an age to answer the telephone. ‘933 5921, who’s speaking please?’
‘Hello Trevor.’ He recognised my Northern accent straight away. ‘Fancy going to Turkey next week?’
He’d been expecting my call.
‘Hang on a minute mate.’
He covered the mouth piece with his hand and shouted to his wife, who was in another room.
‘Jane. Can I go to Turkey with Paul next week?’
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