>>I'd like to pay a small tribute to the Sheffield legend Derek Dooley. I can remember reading about him when I was a kid >>and his playing career was already long over. << I heard about this whilst away in Miami on holiday and would like to endorse every word. Dooley's football career was over long before I knew there even was such a sport. But once around 1960 my family was sat in Coles' Restaurant in the centre of Sheffield (the orginal store opposite the cathedral, to those familair with the city) when my father nudged my mother and, indicating a smiling and clearly well=regarded man who had just entered, said "There's Derek Dooley". My mother looked on in awe - neither she nor my father ever knew the first thing about football. I piped up "who is he?!" - and was given the story. I was puzzled as this guy seemed to have both legs intact and I suppose I expected a Long John Silver-type wooden leg. And it was years before I could work out how playing football could lead to a leg amputation... Dooley of course played for and then managed the "wrong" Sheffield Club - the one that sacked him on Christmas Eve one year. I am bound to say though that, although he was eventually more involved with the right Sheffield club, he really belonged to the whole city for over half a century, or even to South Yorkshire, given the respectful silent tribute before the FA Cup game at Oakwell today and the inspired way Barnsley saw off some London team or other...