Oh, that's a sair een, min. He employed me (and Ping, and Jeb) as delivery drivers, and his younger brother too. It was Alfie who dragged me along to Theos' training and persuaded me to join for a season. Even if he was only about 5' 9", any shout of "ALFIE'S!!!" in or around our box was a signal to bide the **** out of the way, and generally provided the comfort that the ball was about to be headed 25 yards from goal, and as a bonus, some opposing attacker would be munching Sheddocksley or Inverdee turf.
I'm really sorry to hear about his death. He must have been diagnosed with MS just after I left Johnson Group in 1984. The best of loons, to whom a glass will be raised tonight.