An effervescant, cheeky chappie off the pitch, Coxy took the game
deadly seriously - reflexes of a mongoose on speed - also shagged like a
rabbit on speed (allegedly). A great goalkeeper, but his favourite
position
was striker, and although never paid much heed to his fellow team-mates,
on
his night he could turn on a sixpack, one touch, and batter the ball
into
the net with alarming regularity. Other nights though, he just...wasn't
there, and has been known to kick the wall repeatedly in disgust,
screaming
"YA F*CKIN HOOR", on missing a simple chance. Ever the perfectionist,
and
there are no easy chances at this level, but it wasn't the walls fault,
was
it?
HIGHLIGHT:
Although there are many highlights off the pitch of young
Gordon's exploits, my own personal favourite was at a Sunday morning
football tourney in Paisley (I know, I know, it's not the Pitz), where
RSA
were competing - Coxy, playing in goals, and decidedly shaky beforehand
(pre-match nerves, possibly), decides to calm his nerves with a Gazza
style
couple of drinks at the bar, where players relax following a hard game
of
soccer.
Well, a couple led to five, and a minute before kick-off our goalkeeper
was
propping up the bar, blissfully unaware of his rather anxious
team-mates,
who were wondering where the hell he'd got to.
Eventually, he appeared, slightly the worse for wear, enquiring as to
which
ball we were playing with, and where did my twin brother appear from.
Within approximately 7 seconds, our intrepid keeper had to dive low to
his
left to save a snap shot, landed awkwardly, and next thing we knew an
ambulance was pulling up next to the park, taking our goalkeeper to
hospital
with a dislocated shoulder. The rest of the team watched the ambulance
pull
away with disbelief, blue lights flashing, sirens blaring, knowing with
an
air of resignation that the dream was over, for that year anyway.
WHRE IS HE NOW?
Coxy still works at RSA, and is now apparently a team
manager. A quieter man following his mad-halcyon days of the past,
Gordon
rarely plays nowadays due to a knackered knee, dodgy shoulder, and the
sheer
amount of time and money it takes to strap himself up prior to a game.
On his last outing, he was officially 90% tubigrip, 10% man.
