My father, Tommy, who was a trained draughtsman, played for Preston North End in the Finney era. He liked football but did not love it as I do.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Growing up as a kid my father was British and a soccer player. His idol was a guy that passed the ball a lot, Stanley Matthews. Our family thought if you could be unselfish your teammates would always like you.
My Mother is Swedish and my Father is Scottish, he played for Charlton in the 1960's and was in the Army, he captained the British forces team. We then moved to S.A. because a lot of players did that at the time.
As a lad growing up in the Fifties and Sixties, I played both Gaelic football and soccer and loved them both.
I remember vividly as a 15-year-old, in 1964, seeing Derry play Glentoran in the Irish Cup Final at Windsor Park in Belfast. Glentoran were one of the two big Belfast teams, along with Linfield. Any rural team playing them was up against the odds.
I was always determined to make it as a footballer, but if things hadn't worked out, I'd have maybe followed my dad into the building industry.
I grew up in the North of England at a time when Stirling Moss was a hero. Everyone wanted to be a racing driver.
I attribute my entire football career, as far as getting me started, getting me interested, keeping me that way was my father. He went to every game even though he was crippled and wasn't real healthy.
I only started concentrating on football as a career when I left school at 18. I played golf for the Scottish and British boys' teams.
My father was an all-American football player.
There is a history of footballers in my family; my granddad played for Notts County and my dad played at county level.