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Bill Ridley RIP
RIP Bill. Passed on 24th June. Bless the guy a Bee through and through. My sympathy to Paul and Peter and rest of family. He will go over the bridge to GP and be there with so many others.
Bill Ridley RIP
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Bill Ridley RIP
On behalf of the Ridley's, a big thank you from everyone for your wishes. Peter has been simply incredible this past couple of weeks as he's held everything together to make sure Bill gets the right send off: No suits because he hated them - we have to wear Brentford shirts or Red and White!! Perfect 
If anyone does want to send a donation to his chosen charity 'Blood Cancer UK', then please feel free to.
Brentford was grandads first love (after his family... well we think so, anyway!!) but one of the most incredible things was he was made to feel like one of the team during my time there and even after I'd moved on. Big Bob once sorted me out a special '80' training shirt for his birthday, and he'd join us on away trips occasionally - reminiscing to us all about being ten feet from where the infamous hand grenade landed when it was thrown down from somewhere behind him or sitting on the hut watching the games, that used to be just too big for the stewards to pull him down from or watching us being relegated from the top flight.
When he joined us at Brighton on a particularly drizzly day he helped me carry some of the kit to the press entrance. The steward took one look at him and said "you're not going to wait out in that for the ground to open are you?" before issuing him with a press pass, handing him a programme, making him a coffee and even sorting him out some dinner!! They even got someone to go and fetch him from his seat after the game, so he could wait in the press room (with another coffee!) for me to do the usual post-match stuff that happened. Absolutely incredible.
I had to make a trip to GP last summer - and wonderfully, they were only happy for him to join me and see the old girl before she was handed over. In the car park we wandered into Marcus Gayle. And while him and I were having a bit of a catch up about life and such, I felt this gentle nudge on my side: it was Grandad holding his camera ready... too shy and star struck to ask one of his favourite players over the years for a photo. Of course he said yes!!
Although he expected me to go to Wembley for the final, I chose to stay at home and watch it with him. Very sadly, it was the last time we were able to watch football together, as just three weeks later we lost him. For me, promotion to the Premier League is second fiddle to being able to watch the biggest day in our history with my hero - my grandad.
If anyone does want to send a donation to his chosen charity 'Blood Cancer UK', then please feel free to.Brentford was grandads first love (after his family... well we think so, anyway!!) but one of the most incredible things was he was made to feel like one of the team during my time there and even after I'd moved on. Big Bob once sorted me out a special '80' training shirt for his birthday, and he'd join us on away trips occasionally - reminiscing to us all about being ten feet from where the infamous hand grenade landed when it was thrown down from somewhere behind him or sitting on the hut watching the games, that used to be just too big for the stewards to pull him down from or watching us being relegated from the top flight.
When he joined us at Brighton on a particularly drizzly day he helped me carry some of the kit to the press entrance. The steward took one look at him and said "you're not going to wait out in that for the ground to open are you?" before issuing him with a press pass, handing him a programme, making him a coffee and even sorting him out some dinner!! They even got someone to go and fetch him from his seat after the game, so he could wait in the press room (with another coffee!) for me to do the usual post-match stuff that happened. Absolutely incredible.
I had to make a trip to GP last summer - and wonderfully, they were only happy for him to join me and see the old girl before she was handed over. In the car park we wandered into Marcus Gayle. And while him and I were having a bit of a catch up about life and such, I felt this gentle nudge on my side: it was Grandad holding his camera ready... too shy and star struck to ask one of his favourite players over the years for a photo. Of course he said yes!!
Although he expected me to go to Wembley for the final, I chose to stay at home and watch it with him. Very sadly, it was the last time we were able to watch football together, as just three weeks later we lost him. For me, promotion to the Premier League is second fiddle to being able to watch the biggest day in our history with my hero - my grandad.
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Rip Bill, didn't have the pleasure of knowing you, you died on my 77th Birthday.On behalf of the Ridley's, a big thank you from everyone for your wishes. Peter has been simply incredible this past couple of weeks as he's held everything together to make sure Bill gets the right send off: No suits because he hated them - we have to wear Brentford shirts or Red and White!! Perfect
Brentford was grandads first love (after his family... well we think so, anyway!!) but one of the most incredible things was he was made to feel like one of the team during my time there and even after I'd moved on. Big Bob once sorted me out a special '80' training shirt for his birthday, and he'd join us on away trips occasionally - reminiscing to us all about being ten feet from where the infamous hand grenade landed when it was thrown down from somewhere behind him or sitting on the hut watching the games, that used to be just too big for the stewards to pull him down from or watching us being relegated from the top flight.
When he joined us at Brighton on a particularly drizzly day he helped me carry some of the kit to the press entrance. The steward took one look at him and said "you're not going to wait out in that for the ground to open are you?" before issuing him with a press pass, handing him a programme, making him a coffee and even sorting him out some dinner!! They even got someone to go and fetch him from his seat after the game, so he could wait in the press room (with another coffee!) for me to do the usual post-match stuff that happened. Absolutely incredible.
I had to make a trip to GP last summer - and wonderfully, they were only happy for him to join me and see the old girl before she was handed over. In the car park we wandered into Marcus Gayle. And while him and I were having a bit of a catch up about life and such, I felt this gentle nudge on my side: it was Grandad holding his camera ready... too shy and star struck to ask one of his favourite players over the years for a photo. Of course he said yes!!
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Although he expected me to go to Wembley for the final, I chose to stay at home and watch it with him. Very sadly, it was the last time we were able to watch football together, as just three weeks later we lost him. For me, promotion to the Premier League is second fiddle to being able to watch the biggest day in our history with my hero - my grandad.
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Bill Ridley RIP
On behalf of the Ridley's, a big thank you from everyone for your wishes. Peter has been simply incredible this past couple of weeks as he's held everything together to make sure Bill gets the right send off: No suits because he hated them - we have to wear Brentford shirts or Red and White!! Perfect
Brentford was grandads first love (after his family... well we think so, anyway!!) but one of the most incredible things was he was made to feel like one of the team during my time there and even after I'd moved on. Big Bob once sorted me out a special '80' training shirt for his birthday, and he'd join us on away trips occasionally - reminiscing to us all about being ten feet from where the infamous hand grenade landed when it was thrown down from somewhere behind him or sitting on the hut watching the games, that used to be just too big for the stewards to pull him down from or watching us being relegated from the top flight.
When he joined us at Brighton on a particularly drizzly day he helped me carry some of the kit to the press entrance. The steward took one look at him and said "you're not going to wait out in that for the ground to open are you?" before issuing him with a press pass, handing him a programme, making him a coffee and even sorting him out some dinner!! They even got someone to go and fetch him from his seat after the game, so he could wait in the press room (with another coffee!) for me to do the usual post-match stuff that happened. Absolutely incredible.
I had to make a trip to GP last summer - and wonderfully, they were only happy for him to join me and see the old girl before she was handed over. In the car park we wandered into Marcus Gayle. And while him and I were having a bit of a catch up about life and such, I felt this gentle nudge on my side: it was Grandad holding his camera ready... too shy and star struck to ask one of his favourite players over the years for a photo. Of course he said yes!!
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Although he expected me to go to Wembley for the final, I chose to stay at home and watch it with him. Very sadly, it was the last time we were able to watch football together, as just three weeks later we lost him. For me, promotion to the Premier League is second fiddle to being able to watch the biggest day in our history with my hero - my grandad.
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Bill Ridley RIP
As my own little extra tribute, a little over two years since the Play-Off final and just a couple of weeks shy of two years since losing him - I took the shirt I had made for his 80th Birthday with me to the Fans v Sponsors game last night (given to me to remember him by when he passed away).
While he couldn't be there in person, I couldn't not bring a bit of him along to see our new home.
While he couldn't be there in person, I couldn't not bring a bit of him along to see our new home.
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Bill Ridley RIP
ClassOn behalf of the Ridley's, a big thank you from everyone for your wishes. Peter has been simply incredible this past couple of weeks as he's held everything together to make sure Bill gets the right send off: No suits because he hated them - we have to wear Brentford shirts or Red and White!! Perfect
Brentford was grandads first love (after his family... well we think so, anyway!!) but one of the most incredible things was he was made to feel like one of the team during my time there and even after I'd moved on. Big Bob once sorted me out a special '80' training shirt for his birthday, and he'd join us on away trips occasionally - reminiscing to us all about being ten feet from where the infamous hand grenade landed when it was thrown down from somewhere behind him or sitting on the hut watching the games, that used to be just too big for the stewards to pull him down from or watching us being relegated from the top flight.
When he joined us at Brighton on a particularly drizzly day he helped me carry some of the kit to the press entrance. The steward took one look at him and said "you're not going to wait out in that for the ground to open are you?" before issuing him with a press pass, handing him a programme, making him a coffee and even sorting him out some dinner!! They even got someone to go and fetch him from his seat after the game, so he could wait in the press room (with another coffee!) for me to do the usual post-match stuff that happened. Absolutely incredible.
I had to make a trip to GP last summer - and wonderfully, they were only happy for him to join me and see the old girl before she was handed over. In the car park we wandered into Marcus Gayle. And while him and I were having a bit of a catch up about life and such, I felt this gentle nudge on my side: it was Grandad holding his camera ready... too shy and star struck to ask one of his favourite players over the years for a photo. Of course he said yes!!
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Although he expected me to go to Wembley for the final, I chose to stay at home and watch it with him. Very sadly, it was the last time we were able to watch football together, as just three weeks later we lost him. For me, promotion to the Premier League is second fiddle to being able to watch the biggest day in our history with my hero - my grandad.
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BeautifulOn behalf of the Ridley's, a big thank you from everyone for your wishes. Peter has been simply incredible this past couple of weeks as he's held everything together to make sure Bill gets the right send off: No suits because he hated them - we have to wear Brentford shirts or Red and White!! Perfect
Brentford was grandads first love (after his family... well we think so, anyway!!) but one of the most incredible things was he was made to feel like one of the team during my time there and even after I'd moved on. Big Bob once sorted me out a special '80' training shirt for his birthday, and he'd join us on away trips occasionally - reminiscing to us all about being ten feet from where the infamous hand grenade landed when it was thrown down from somewhere behind him or sitting on the hut watching the games, that used to be just too big for the stewards to pull him down from or watching us being relegated from the top flight.
When he joined us at Brighton on a particularly drizzly day he helped me carry some of the kit to the press entrance. The steward took one look at him and said "you're not going to wait out in that for the ground to open are you?" before issuing him with a press pass, handing him a programme, making him a coffee and even sorting him out some dinner!! They even got someone to go and fetch him from his seat after the game, so he could wait in the press room (with another coffee!) for me to do the usual post-match stuff that happened. Absolutely incredible.
I had to make a trip to GP last summer - and wonderfully, they were only happy for him to join me and see the old girl before she was handed over. In the car park we wandered into Marcus Gayle. And while him and I were having a bit of a catch up about life and such, I felt this gentle nudge on my side: it was Grandad holding his camera ready... too shy and star struck to ask one of his favourite players over the years for a photo. Of course he said yes!!
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Although he expected me to go to Wembley for the final, I chose to stay at home and watch it with him. Very sadly, it was the last time we were able to watch football together, as just three weeks later we lost him. For me, promotion to the Premier League is second fiddle to being able to watch the biggest day in our history with my hero - my grandad.
