He was very much part of the matchday experience especially at Elm Park where everything and everyone seemed so much closer. I don’t mind admitting this pitcure of him saying goodbye actually brought a tear to my eye
Very sad news, condolences to his family. Saw him on many occasions, he would have been the first to admit finesse was not his forte but on a slick pitch his sliding tackles were something to behold. 100% effort was a given, a true hoop if ever there was one.
The guy personified the club, use to sit in the north stand and always noticed his efforts half time replacing the divots in the goal mouth, my friends dad would often have a chat as he could remember him as a player.
Club 1871, step up and name the bar in the stand ‘I’ll have mine Neate’.
Fred forking the pitch at EP at h/t, Jimmy Wallbanks running on the with the magic sponge and the chap whose name I forget now - short, always wore a bobble hat and traipsed around the cinder before game selling Golden Gamble - are three endearing and enduring memories of EP.