Post by eastpaddoknutta on Aug 25, 2010 11:51:50 GMT
my father is a white city boy born and bread and he all ways reminds me when ever we go on the coach to an away game how daphs would kick every one on to the coach and how she was such a respected character at the club
A wonderful kind person who made you feel at home at Loftus Rd. She lived very close to us in Harlesden and stayed there her whole life, even when the neighbourhood changed. I used to call her from my office 5 mins after game over. Hello, Queens Park Rangers. Oh is that you, well they got one at the,end and it was a draw, when are you coming over.
The first time I met Daph was as a nine year old back in 1964 when she would be in the old wooden club shop hut on the then terraced South Africa Rd ( I still have the black & white team pic I bought from her that day) and continued to see and speak to her throughout the years on away matches and socially untill she sadly passed away.
The lady is a goddess in my mind. I have never met anyone with as much passion and love for QPR. A genuine caring lady who needs to boss the odd person around to get things done. A fantasic life saver- she saved my arse twice from the Police whilst trying to use my britrail passes for travel to away games. I will always respect and honour her memory.