Bill Foulkes would be the first to admit that he was possibly the least skilful member of both Manchester United's European Cup winning side of 1968 and the Busby Babes, the team that looked set to conquer the world before the Munich air disaster tragically ended the lives of many of the young Manchester United team. Despite this there is no doubt that without him neither would have been the sides they were. Certainly the creator of both these two teams, Sir Matt Busby, must have thought this because, for 682 games spread over eighteen seasons, Bill Foulkes name appeared on the Manchester United team sheet.
Looking like footballs answer to Desperate Dan, Bill Foulkes was the rock on which Busby built his teams. Never doing anything spectacular - except popping up to score the winning goal in a European Cup semi-final against Real Madrid - he could be relied upon to do his job efficiently, only very rarely having a poor game. A quiet man by nature; he was the archetypal no nonsense defender.
His autobiography is very much like this too, as whilst it isn't a particularly outstanding or memorable book it is nonetheless still a good, interesting read.
Born in a Rugby League stronghold on Merseyside, his family didn't have a footballing background; his father's preferred sport was Crown Green Bowls. This actually forms the basis of my favourite story in the book - when a heckler accused his dad of throwing a bowls match for betting purposes, Foulkes tells us that after the game his father strode up to the heckler and battered him with his flat cap!
As you would expect, much of the book is about the Munich Air Disaster and those that lost their lives. Bill Foulkes writes about this with great sensitivity and sadness and his memories of those that perished help us to remember that they weren't simply footballers that died they were young men who had grown up as a family together at Old Trafford.
An excellent read about one of the great unsung stalwarts of English football.