TOOK MY MATES ASHES TO THE GAME YESTERDAY

Many fans the older ones at least will remember seeing my old mate Beefy Jenkins over the years in his wheelchair at games all over the country, usually sleeping and pissed

Well since his death twelve years ago, I have had his ashes in an urn in my lounge with me, still talk to him and keep him updated, well because yesterday was so special, I took him to the game with me, his urn which is a glorified green sweet jar was decked out with a ribbon and his photo stuck on the front.

When I got to the turnstile and a female steward asked what I had in my bag, i said I had my best mate, you could hear her brain whirring, so I showed her the urn and she said "and what are you going to do with it" to which I said "well I ain't got to eat it at half time" she had to ask her supervisor what she should do, and fair play to him he really got it and laughed while waving me through.

Not taking him again mind, the bloody fuss he made had to screw the lid back on twice, miss him every day and those that knew him and the relationship we had will understand, others will think it's just nuts, but hey, nothing wrong with nuts.

Remembering back to when he had died, the club let me bury some of his ashes in the goalmouth in front of the Canton, a load of us went down and it really was touching, the next three home games we won on the bounce something like two nil, three one and four two, Spraggy one of the coppers that knew me and Beefy well said to me " have you noticed since we buried Beefy's ashes in the goal mouth, we haven't stopped scoring" to which I replied " yeh, makes me wish I'd killed him years ago, Spraggy said "you sick b*stard, but Beefy would have loved it" which is just how it is, black humour, sick ,but helps me and others cope with the reality of life and death.

It was lovely to see him gwyn ,legend was Keith a one off

Many fans the older ones at least will remember seeing my old mate Beefy Jenkins over the years in his wheelchair at games all over the country, usually sleeping and pissed

Well since his death twelve years ago, I have had his ashes in an urn in my lounge with me, still talk to him and keep him updated, well because yesterday was so special, I took him to the game with me, his urn which is a glorified green sweet jar was decked out with a ribbon and his photo stuck on the front.

When I got to the turnstile and a female steward asked what I had in my bag, i said I had my best mate, you could hear her brain whirring, so I showed her the urn and she said "and what are you going to do with it" to which I said "well I ain't got to eat it at half time" she had to ask her supervisor what she should do, and fair play to him he really got it and laughed while waving me through.

Not taking him again mind, the bloody fuss he made had to screw the lid back on twice, miss him every day and those that knew him and the relationship we had will understand, others will think it's just nuts, but hey, nothing wrong with nuts.

Remembering back to when he had died, the club let me bury some of his ashes in the goalmouth in front of the Canton, a load of us went down and it really was touching, the next three home games we won on the bounce something like two nil, three one and four two, Spraggy one of the coppers that knew me and Beefy well said to me " have you noticed since we buried Beefy's ashes in the goal mouth, we haven't stopped scoring" to which I replied " yeh, makes me wish I'd killed him years ago, Spraggy said "you sick b*stard, but Beefy would have loved it" which is just how it is, black humour, sick ,but helps me and others cope with the reality of life and death.

Beefy was a legend Gwyn there will never be another beefy..

great story Gwynn

Great story, I'm sure your mate Beefy would have had a right laugh over the palaver and been chuffed with a great victory!

Nice one mate. Well done

Never met the guy but the stories you wrote in that book gwyn had me in stitches must of spent some great times together.

He has been travelling a fair bit this week fair play

Great story

Honest questiong though..How do you have his ashes and not his family?

Great story

Honest questiong though..How do you have his ashes and not his family?

In his eyes and mine I was his family, loved him more than a brother.

Many fans the older ones at least will remember seeing my old mate Beefy Jenkins over the years in his wheelchair at games all over the country, usually sleeping and pissed

Well since his death twelve years ago, I have had his ashes in an urn in my lounge with me, still talk to him and keep him updated, well because yesterday was so special, I took him to the game with me, his urn which is a glorified green sweet jar was decked out with a ribbon and his photo stuck on the front.

When I got to the turnstile and a female steward asked what I had in my bag, i said I had my best mate, you could hear her brain whirring, so I showed her the urn and she said "and what are you going to do with it" to which I said "well I ain't got to eat it at half time" she had to ask her supervisor what she should do, and fair play to him he really got it and laughed while waving me through.

Not taking him again mind, the bloody fuss he made had to screw the lid back on twice, miss him every day and those that knew him and the relationship we had will understand, others will think it's just nuts, but hey, nothing wrong with nuts.

Remembering back to when he had died, the club let me bury some of his ashes in the goalmouth in front of the Canton, a load of us went down and it really was touching, the next three home games we won on the bounce something like two nil, three one and four two, Spraggy one of the coppers that knew me and Beefy well said to me " have you noticed since we buried Beefy's ashes in the goal mouth, we haven't stopped scoring" to which I replied " yeh, makes me wish I'd killed him years ago, Spraggy said "you sick b*stard, but Beefy would have loved it" which is just how it is, black humour, sick ,but helps me and others cope with the reality of life and death.

i love that type of humour too.fair play to the supervisor,a lot would have made a big deal over it.great story and very touching

Hi Gwyn, glad common sense prevailed with the stewards, nice touch that, When you say Spraggy is that the Spraggy from Aberfan?

Hi Gwyn, glad common sense prevailed with the stewards, nice touch that, When you say Spraggy is that the Spraggy from Aberfan?

Yeh Spraggy, he was on football intelligence for a while, but to use the word intelligence along with Spraggy should be a crime in itself.

He's a good lad, used to play rugby with him, and he fast as f**k, if he's chasing you, just give up.
And yeh common sense prevailed and the senior supervisor could see the funny and nice side of what I was doing.

very good winger or full back when he played for us up there.