Yesterday Paul reached the summit by playing his 1,250th match in competitive club football, passing Peter Shilton and setting a new world record. What an honour, and nice to think that among his many, many clubs (probably also a world record) is Kettering Town, where he featured strongly in our 1991/92 Cup run to Ewood Park whilst always looking lovably gormless.
Shilts was naturally gracious, tweeting not sure who Paul Bastock is or what bloody record he thinks he’s broken but mine was LEAGUE GAMES. Ah the goalkeepers brotherhood!
Those among you who have reached (or passed) the age of 47 might be reflecting now on how Paul Bastock still manages to fling himself to the ground and pull off reflex saves at an age when the rest of us, on dropping a fork to the floor, go down in instalments. What is his secret? Warm baths? Ice baths? Cod liver oil? WD40?
As he seems determined to play on for ever, there is plenty of time for medical science to investigate whilst Bastock keeps on racking up the apps and Shilton grumbles away to himself.
Meanwhile we raise a glass to an old Poppy who has done something quite remarkable.