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I grew up watching The Beat. He was , and always will be the GREATEST centre half this Country has ever produced. I cannot emphasise enough to our younger Town fans , just How good he really was. He was a colossus in every sense of the word.
When he picked the ball up in our defensive box, he would SPRINT the length of the field with the control of Messi, the speed of Euwsain Bolt, and the armour of a tank, as opponents literally bounced off him as he powered past them. Portman Road ( usually 26k +), would erupt in anticipation. The noise was phenomenal.
He had a shot on him like him like an exorcet missile, and keeps would get out of the way , rather then try and save it for fear of losing a limb.
I recall a game at Goodison Park against the “ Team of the season” Everton, where we ( like most teams that season were), on a hiding tonothing against an irresistible Everton side. The Beat was on a one man mission to keep the, out and to try and score for Town. At one corner, he jumped so bloody high he was ABOVE the crossbar to header the ball. Opponents had nothing to match his sheer power.
His ability to read the game , was second to none. Strikers might get the ball, and be several yards ahead of him, but you always knew The Beat would swallow up the ground, make the tackle and come away with the ball. He was simply blood awesome!
There will Never be another player like him, and he was a Town player.
Sorry for everyone that had the privilege on 16:39 - Sep 16 by ArnieM
I grew up watching The Beat. He was , and always will be the GREATEST centre half this Country has ever produced. I cannot emphasise enough to our younger Town fans , just How good he really was. He was a colossus in every sense of the word.
When he picked the ball up in our defensive box, he would SPRINT the length of the field with the control of Messi, the speed of Euwsain Bolt, and the armour of a tank, as opponents literally bounced off him as he powered past them. Portman Road ( usually 26k +), would erupt in anticipation. The noise was phenomenal.
He had a shot on him like him like an exorcet missile, and keeps would get out of the way , rather then try and save it for fear of losing a limb.
I recall a game at Goodison Park against the “ Team of the season” Everton, where we ( like most teams that season were), on a hiding tonothing against an irresistible Everton side. The Beat was on a one man mission to keep the, out and to try and score for Town. At one corner, he jumped so bloody high he was ABOVE the crossbar to header the ball. Opponents had nothing to match his sheer power.
His ability to read the game , was second to none. Strikers might get the ball, and be several yards ahead of him, but you always knew The Beat would swallow up the ground, make the tackle and come away with the ball. He was simply blood awesome!
There will Never be another player like him, and he was a Town player.
R.I.P. - King Kevin Beattie
This one might be better guys
Longer one I’m afraid..
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I was right behind that piledriver against West Brom & i swear i ducked as i honestly thought the net would break.
We have no village green, or a shop.
It's very, very quiet.
I can walk to the pub.
I used to do a quiz night every week with a couple of blokes in their 50-60s for a few years, who both went every week back in the 70s/80s. I'd buy old ITFC books on Amazon or in charity shops and bring them in, after the quiz had finished I'd whip my latest find on the table and we would sit there for ages and they'd tell me the stories about the games on and off the pitch following the Town in those days and I would get so envious. I wish I was born in 59, rather than 79. I'd have been 9 when we got promoted in 68 and would have watched 18 years of top-flight football under Sir Bobby, finishing top 6 every year and winning trophies. Plus when Punk hit in 1976 I'd have been 17.
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