I can’t recall if I ever told my Richard Keogh story. But I’ll mention it again as I found the picture on an old camera yesterday .... bit long winded but feck it... it’s not like any of you lot have a game to watch today
Doncaster at home last game of the championship relegation year me and my mate found ourselves in the posh bit of the Ricoh... no idea why or how but beer played a part.
Got in the lift to go up or down and Keogh appeared out of nowhere and asked to hold the lift. He was in his kit and was clutching a glass trophy or vase he had won. Player of the year award I think
lift door closes and my mate asks if he minds doing a picture with the award. Good as gold Rich takes a step back arranges his hair and assumes that daft stance people do at awards ceremonies. As he does that my mate snatches said trophy from his clutches and throws it to me.
“No Richard....we’ve had to put up with watching that shit on the pitch all year... you take a picture of my mate because he deserves that award not you”
He apologised to us and mumbled a brief excuse and agreed that he didn’t deserve it and he would be glad to take it
I felt sorry for him... he clearly wished he wasn’t in a confined space with2 pissed up Hairy arsed fans. That award probably went straight in the bin..... but I still have my picture
and very young and handsome I look to.