Towny was a throw back to the good old days of College, when men were men and The Stumble made a profit (mainly due to his efforts). Towny was a man you wanted on your team. He never stopped running, had a good touch (as long as he wasn’t wearing the silver boots his Mum bought him) and he’d always get you a goal. The three sets of shin-pads that he strapped to what remained of his legs told you that he liked a tackle. An unswerving will to win, typified by his desire to lead the Old Boys on to the next level, meant that the club had the midfield player that every club in the league dreamed of.
You can take the boy out of Grimsby, but you can’t take Grimsby out of the boy. Give this man a pint and he’d undo all that hard work with one flick of his flared trousers. You have to know how to tame the ‘ginger whirlwind’ away from the pitch. There are many well documented incidents of boot throwing, punches and headbutts, as Towny tried to come to terms with life away from a football or The Happy Man. We wouldn’t have him any other way though. Towny wouldn’t be the icon of Old Boys football that he is, without the drinking, the swearing and the mis-guided beliefs that Grimsby has a football team or that his back will recover enough for him to return to Old Boys football.