Recent Comment Posted by Ernest Lundy

If dear old Cosmo Lang looks a bit like Jarvo, he looks even more like Stuart Hall the TV Jeux San Frontieres presenter with Eddie Waring. Pity Hall’s image has been spoiled after the Saville revelations. Looking at the Hunslet team photograph of what must have been the early fifties, apart from the obvious players I knew and had watched and played with, there were three who brought back a few memories.

The first was Granville James, whom I used to see leaning on his shovel or rake on Hunslet Moor when he worked for the parks department. In fact it became a bit of a joke among the locals, as he looked nothing like a skilfull and mobile loose-forward which he was when on the field.

On one occasion George Richardson asked if he and myself would go to Central station and collect a Welsh forward by the name of George Triplett, who was said to be able to kick goals from the dressing room. But being back in Germany after my leave I never really knew what happened to him after, but he was a likeable man and, although a bit on the slow side, a good, strong prop, more than useful in the scrums of the day. Funny how things work out but many years later I met Granville outside the Majestic Bingo Hall and his wife turned out to be a girl I had once dated, a former land army girl. Until fairly recent he used to pass the Holbeck Moor bowling greens with the same loose limbed, ambleing gait, which as I have said was totally at odds with his on field performances.,

The next is Tommy Potter, the lad from Plevna who really could catch pigeons, one whom I happened to play with as much as any others in my’A’ team days of the late 40s. Pete Anson, Gordon Waite, Ollie Ormanroyd, Robbie (Gingers mate), Artis, Edison and Bates, along with Sammy Newbound and Eddie Bennett near the end of their careers. Last but not least in any sense is Keith Bowman the big, rawboned farmer’s son from Pocklington. Big, strong and fearless, I partnered him on the left wing at Mount Pleasant, and badly concussed in the first half he went on to score twice but couldn’t remember either. He was a player to admire in the Llionell Cooper mould. More than pleased to see photos of men I played with and admired, it is more than surprising how a glance at an old photograph revives so many memories. A TIME OF LIFE NOW LONG GONE; BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN.

Ernest is shown here with his wife and friends in a cafe in Capri (Circa1980)
Ernest sent this photo below from Capri that all the American Ladies were photographing – Was this the Biggest Aspidistra in the world?

I think that this Centurion must have been a descendant of an “Hunslet Lad” from when the Romans had invaded Britain?– OMB

Thanks for the Comments & Photo’s Ernest Keep em Coming-