He was my hero. I was at Forrest the night Frank Wignall snapped George's leg. He sat bolt upright on the stretcher and continued to watch the game as he got carried off. Iron Man
City versus Soton,
& the ball was played out of the Soton defence diagonally towards the half way line,
in the Soton team was England international Terry Paine, who had 15yards to chase to get the ball,
he started sprinting but it came to a Michael Jackson style moonwalk as he neared the ball having glimpsed George Curtis in full flight sprinting 25 yards to win the ball,
Such the cult hero that he was, me and three mates complete with our City scarves under our jackets took a coach ride from "The Medda" over to Vile Park to watch him play in his home debut.
Years later and when he had retired from playing he had a roll like a commercial manager at the club. He brought the squad to the Telegraph where they signed autographs for the fans that were queueing for a hundred yards down Corporation Street. I was working in the press room and so in between editions I walked round to the front office and asked him what it was like playing for Villa after all of the years with the City. I was expecting there to be a lamentable story about devided loyalties, feelings of disloyalty etc etc. However, he just said "It was a job.... like yours, It's just what you have to do". I suppose he was right.
City versus Soton,
& the ball was played out of the Soton defence diagonally towards the half way line,
in the Soton team was England international Terry Paine, who had 15yards to chase to get the ball,
he started sprinting but it came to a Michael Jackson style moonwalk as he neared the ball having glimpsed George Curtis in full flight sprinting 25 yards to win the ball,