Where's Duncan?

In case you wondered whether any harm had befallen the great man, have a look at the first photo and at the laughing, joking, grey-haired geezer on the left as the teams come out. Not a bother on the fucker.

Spent the whole game trying to avoid those obsessive fatally attracted old boys from Dublin, I guess.

To my greatest fans .....

Mrs McKenzie would like to meet you.

Dear Pongo, I may not look like a Premiership star but once upon a time in the seventies, I could leap over a mini before the game and then go on and score two goals before half time .........

The real story about the Mini

"God, love there I was telling the audience about the nil all draw with Barnsley and these four Irish geezers stood up and they were wearing t-shirts with me on it - matching t-shirts - frightened the fuckin shit out of me. There was one small little fellah, one ugly brute with a t-shirt that was miles too small for him, one with a lisp and the last one had barely a pick on him - like something from Belsen.

Anyhow the boys kept following me around asking me to dance, so I ran like fuck down into the car park and was running so fast I nearly fell over the Cooperman's Mini Minor. I vaulted it in one leap and didn't stop running till I got three blocks away from the four poofs with their piano...."

There's only one Duncan McKenzie

Boy did we give that boy the day of his life. Not only the t-shirts, but it was also the first time he had met Gerry Coll in person.

Just in case we forget how good this guy was have a look at the clip below. While you guys at Chelsea Leeds and Everton had shorty doing the business, down in North London we had to be content with the brilliant, mercurial Alfie Conn - himself an absolute legend. Anyway, here's Dunc...........