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Post by stu77 on Feb 24, 2024 19:54:25 GMT
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Post by personunknown on Feb 24, 2024 20:00:54 GMT
A true maverick who alongside the likes of Tony Currie, Rodney Marsh and Frank Worthington should have been an England regular instead of the usual workhorses.
Bowles was chairman of Clacton Town when I lived there 1996/97. Often saw him around the town still sporting that mane of hair.
RIP Stan.
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Post by personunknown on Feb 24, 2024 20:03:48 GMT
Also remember his short stint at Forest. Infuriated Cloughie with his birds, booze and gambling lifestyle.
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Post by Lord Emsworth on Feb 24, 2024 20:23:52 GMT
RIP Stan
A true icon
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Post by stu77 on Feb 25, 2024 0:32:38 GMT
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Post by Lord Emsworth on Feb 26, 2024 8:28:48 GMT
From The Times obituary....
Stan Bowles spent as much time dodging gangsters who had lent him money as he did eluding the defenders whom he invariably made fools of. Yet the picaresque Queens Park Rangers midfielder played the game with a joyful swagger. “There were no nerves,” he recalled. “It was better for me being out on the pitch than off it with these gangsters looking for their money.”
He belonged to a time when English football was blessed (or cursed) with a multitude of mavericks who were revered and often reviled for their flamboyance on the field and colourful lifestyles off it. The 1970s is a decade remembered for its dandies, womanisers, jesters and boozers — the likes of Peter Osgood, Frank Worthington, Rodney Marsh and George Best being exemplars of these categories respectively. And then there were the inveterate gamblers such as Bowles, whose own particular vice earned him as much notoriety as his performances earned him the status of QPR’s greatest-ever player.
💙 Remembering Stan the Man 🤍
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