The Tate Testimonial: A Swans Fan’s Wet Dream!

Ordinarily a 2-4 home defeat for the Swans, even against Manchester United, would lead to me sulking like a four year old for days. But when the game is full of Swans Legends and Cult Heroes for Alan Tate’s richly deserved testimonial I couldn’t care less about the score…

…I just want to lay back and light a cigarette after a night of Swansea City flavoured football porn.

The Liberty was nowhere near full but what an atmosphere as people turned out to pay their respects to Tate, a man that played for Swansea City in all four divisions and who was at the heart of the effort to keep us in the Football League so many years ago now.

And of course the masses made their way to the stadium to watch some of the finest Swans players of Tate’s era take to the field one last time.

Who could fail to be excited to watch Trunds and Robbo link up again, Martinez spraying the ball around, Garry Monk and Tate himself throwing their bodies on the line at the back? And then there was the all too brief but totally satisfying sight of Ferrie Bodde strutting around the Liberty pitch once more.

But the stars of the show were the two “old timers” – Roger Freestone and Alan Curtis.

Big Rog came on and rolled back the years, making save after save and playing to the crowd after every single one of them.

And Curt got the standing ovation he deserves for being, in my humble opinion, the finest servant our football club has ever had.

Of course the two Scousers did their best to steal the show, Robinson scoring with an impudent chip and Trundle showboating with a knee trap that went on forever!

On the other end of the scale there was Mark Gower, who looked like he’d eaten Bayo Akinfenwa and Adrian Forbes, still messing up occasionally and laughing hysterically as he did so. Wonderful stuff!

And I must mention the comedian behind me who left me in fits of laughter when he said: “John Williams has turned into Luther!”

The result mattered not a bit, it was a fun filled evening with its fair share of skill on show despite the ageing, creaking bones and ever widening waistlines on the players taking part. It was nostalgia at its best and a welcome antidote to the acrimonious Sigurdsson saga…how the Icelander’s behaviour was thrown into perspective by the presence of loyal stalwarts like Tate, Leon and Freestone.

It was a night that rightly paid tribute to a quiet, gangly Manchester United youngster who became a man at Swansea City Football Club, as well as a leader and a Legend.

That wet dream referred to in the title? It’s of a team of Alan Tates of course…