Kevin Keegan - uncomfortable moment in Cleethorpes
As tributes pour in for former star footballer Kevin Keegan who died today, aged 75, it is perhaps worth recalling that, as a lad, he was a regular summer visitor to Cleethorpes and other seaside towns on the Lincolnshire Coast.
These were the easiest beach destination from his childhood homes - firstly in Spring Gardens, Doncaster, then, a short distance away in Waverley Avenue, Balby.
One of the earliest photograph is of him astride a donkey called 'Trigger' in Mablethorpe.
At that time, there was never thought to be any prospect of his becoming a professional footballer.
Because he suffered from croup and a wheezy chest, his parents were told to forget any idea about their son playing active sport.
But while playing local league football, he was scouted by Scunthorpe United who gave him him his debut, aged 17, against Peterborough in the old Division 4.
"While we played well, we were beaten, so there was no romantic start to my league career," he later recalled.
At his time with The Iron, he used to get up to a jape with Tom Taylor, the sports editor of the Scunthorpe Evening Telegraph.
To the amusement of team mates, he used to perch on the journalist's knee and mimic being a ventriloquist's dummy.
Although Kevin Keegan went on to achieve star status, playing with Liverpool, SV Hamburg, Southampton and England, he also impressed as a manager with Newcastle United - a period of his career which brought him, on at least one occasion, to Blundell Park.
In his autobiography, he recounts one of his experiences thus: "My assistant, Terry McDermott, and I sat on either side of the charming lady mayor in the directors' box.
"We had enjoyed a curry on the way to the game, and, as we sat chatting, the inevitable happened.
"I looked sharply at Terry, but the mayor carried on talking and appeared not to have noticed.
"It was an impressive display of diplomacy on the part of the town's representative, if not by Terry."
He continues: "A week or so later, to our huge embarrassment, we received a letter from the mayor, thanking us for the charming conversation and company, but adding that one of us had a terrible wind problem that should be attended to immediately.
"I told Terry that he should have owned up and apologised in case she thought it was me.
"We thought we would never be able to go back to Grimsby and sit in the directors' box until we discovered that the letter was a hoax written by the wife of one of the players, Brian Kilcline.
"I had made the mistake of telling him about the incident on the coach on the way home from our next away match."



