Today, a 78 year old man with Alzheimers died surrounded by his family.
You probably will not have heard of him.
But he was a hero of mine.
Duncan Forbes was Norwich City Captain when I started to go to watch them play in 1973.
My most vivid memory of him is him scoring I think the 4th goal in in a 5-3 win over Aston Villa in August 1975. A header, and in the process of scoring, he broke his nose. His shirt was covered with snot and blood. He cared not.
He had scored.
Duncan Forbes was captain when the club got promoted for the first time, and remained at the club for a third of a century, ending up running the travel club, Club Canary, before becoming a scout.
I knew Duncan from those Club Canary days. Happy to still be connected with the club, herding us brave band of away supporters onto our buses at various away games, and being there when we were promoted at Odsal in Bradford, and being dumped out of the FA Cup at Wigan.
Former top referee, Norman Burtenshaw's autobiography tells of his encounter with Duncan. A player who said nothing, but roared. Roared his players on, and they did.
The most iconic image of Duncan is him during pre-season training on Mousehold Heath, in vest and shorts.
There will never be another Dunc.
Mores the pity. Rest in peace, big man,
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