All
of us have our general and particular reasons for penning thoroughly deserved
tributes to Sir Chris ahead of tomorrow's reunion (and no, the tributes aren't
going to affect what we hope happens on the pitch). Unlike Chicago Addick, who
seems to have holidayed with him, I can't say I ever really met the guy, unless
you include shaking his hand (and Keith Jones') at the bash in town to
celebrate the Championship title. But perhaps there's one personal reason over
and above all the others regarding his departure that still causes me sorrow
and regret.
If
Powell had remained our manager and led us to inevitable Champions League
glory, I might have been able to get a bucketload on ebay for the (by then
vintage) signed photo of him walking out of the tunnel which I bought on a club
auction. So Chris, spare a thought for me and let me live in the hope of
salvaging something from my investment, just don't sign anything (except
contract extensions) from now on.
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