Who was it?

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For all you old reds out there, what was the name of the guy who used to run on the park at anfield at half time EVERY game and score a penalty? He would then evade the police and sprint back into the Kop where the police couldn't get him. The guy on the Anfield tour told us about him but I can't remember his name. I would have loved to have seen this guy, nowadays the police would be invloved for such a matter, just shows how football's changed.

Also, any other stories like this, post them. Let's bring back a bit of spirit to this f*cking club eh? It by far f*cking needs it through this tough time.

YNWA ladies and gentlemen

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For all you old reds out there, what was the name of the guy who used to run on the park at anfield at half time EVERY game and score a penalty?

Jan Molby 

Jan Molby 

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There used to a big fat guy who had a spot at the back of the old standing kop, cant remember his name but Stan does I think. It used to be that if anyone had a problem at the back or in the middle of the standing kop, like if they fainted or something people would stick them above their heads then pass them down to the front(like in a rock concert) then the St Johns people would get to work on em. Well one day this big fat lad at the back fainted, he must of weighed like 25 stone, but anyway the kop put him above their heads and bit by bit they passed his lifeless body down to the front struggling like fcuk as they did. When he got to the front and the St Johns people were about to check him over, he micracoulsy revived stood up and walked into the shop to get a mars bar.

There used to a big fat guy who had a spot at the back of the old standing kop, cant remember his name but Stan does I think. It used to be that if anyone had a problem at the back or in the middle of the standing kop, like if they fainted or something people would stick them above their heads then pass them down to the front(like in a rock concert) then the St Johns people would get to work on em. Well one day this big fat lad at the back fainted, he must of weighed like 25 stone, but anyway the kop put him above their heads and bit by bit they passed his lifeless body down to the front struggling like fcuk as they did. When he got to the front and the St Johns people were about to check him over, he micracoulsy revived stood up and walked into the shop to get a mars bar.

f*ck sake. 

Hahaha he must of really wanted that mars bar.