I remember one time away at Sunderland when having climbed all the way up to the away section - we all know what those mountainous stairs are like, don’t we? - I’d got into the arena and said to the steward that my knees were shot and was there a row where I didn’t have to climb any more steps, and like a gent, he showed me to a row one step down alongside some other of our faithful followers.
Stepping into the row, my right knee gave way and that was it, I was going head first down over the seats in front until someone grabbed my coat and pulled me back ....... it was Nonny who saved me. All he said was “there’yar mate” and carried on talking to the guy with him.
The inspiration, the passion and the leadership Nonny brought to the club will never be forgotten, and let’s be honest, it will be a bloody long time until anyone else gets anywhere near replicating it.