Neil Maidment
Moderator
Any link between my departure from the scene and the new found success of the team is purely coincidental!
There's plenty of memories surfacing as a result of yet another good article. In the early years of the national side, it was called Barclays Bank Bawtry as that's where the captain/secretary then resided (Bob P.) and it was he who had to attend the NFA regionals.
I "picked up the baton" only because no other mug volunteered. We immediately became a Southern Region Association (Oh how I loved those trips all over the so called south for the NFA meetings!).
There were some very fine match anglers working for the bank across the country but most were already in better teams in higher divisions. We slowly chipped away but only managed to tempt a few.
I also vividly recall a conversation with Howard Humphrey - "you must be joking" - seemed to sum it up, or words to that effect (I'm not sure if it was directed at me or someone else!).
Absolute highlight of those times for me was being called into the bank's Chief Inspectors Office (think Gestapo and multiply x 10) to explain a "bank cheque" made out to "Billy Knott Bookmaker". Well our odds were very long and as it turned out, rightly so!
There's plenty of memories surfacing as a result of yet another good article. In the early years of the national side, it was called Barclays Bank Bawtry as that's where the captain/secretary then resided (Bob P.) and it was he who had to attend the NFA regionals.
I "picked up the baton" only because no other mug volunteered. We immediately became a Southern Region Association (Oh how I loved those trips all over the so called south for the NFA meetings!).
There were some very fine match anglers working for the bank across the country but most were already in better teams in higher divisions. We slowly chipped away but only managed to tempt a few.
I also vividly recall a conversation with Howard Humphrey - "you must be joking" - seemed to sum it up, or words to that effect (I'm not sure if it was directed at me or someone else!).
Absolute highlight of those times for me was being called into the bank's Chief Inspectors Office (think Gestapo and multiply x 10) to explain a "bank cheque" made out to "Billy Knott Bookmaker". Well our odds were very long and as it turned out, rightly so!