BY NIGEL SCOTT CAST your mind back, if you would, to a couple of weeks ago.
I was waxing lyrical at the time about the fortunes of Leeds United and turning my thoughts back to those dreary days at the end of the 1970s when the writing was clearly on the wall for what had just a few years earlier been the great Revie side.
As you do when indulging in moments of nostalgia, I reeled off a couple of names from the era. "Wayne Entwistle," I mused, "whatever happened to him?"
I picked Entwistle out, particularly, because I used to go to school with a chap called Entwistle who, despite being terribly enthusiastic when occasionally attempting to kick a ball wasn't very good at it.
He was a tall, well set chap – well teenager – who for some reason had taken to idolising the not especially pretty Manchester City centre-half, Dave Watson.
"I'm Watson me," he would proudly shout as he lolloped his way, giraffe-like, towards the pitch.
Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked.
Back to Wayne Entwistle.
I should know by now that if you ask a question in the good columns of the Yorkshire Evening Post there is every likelihood that one of our keen readers will eventually supply the answer.
Step forward, then, Mr Martin Quaite, ex-of Leeds and now of Mirfield and a Leeds United fan of some 50 years' standing.
After trying fruitlessly to contact me during Easter week, when I was on holiday, he finally made contact on Wednesday of this week to reveal all. Apparently he was driving in the Bury area not so long ago when he kept noticing a van buzzing around the streets with the name Wayne Entwistle emblazoned on the side.
This aroused his curiosity.
"I kept wondering if it was him and, when the van stopped, I decided to go over," he recounts. "When the bloke got out I said to him 'I was going to ask if you are the Wayne Entwistle who played for Leeds but I can see now that you are'."
He went on to explain that the former lower league centre forward, who found himself thrust on to the Elland Road stage, now owned a meat business supplying canteens and various other establishments.
"He was very fair about himself and his time at Leeds," added my loyal correspondent. "He admits he wasn't really good enough and that it had not been a happy time for him as he suffered at the hands of fans who clearly would not accept him as a replacement for Allan Clarke."
But at least he seems to be doing all right for himself in his new life.
As one office wag pointed out: "I don't suppose any of the current crop at Elland Road would end up running a meat business – not on the wages they earn now."
All this, of course, raises an intriguing question.
How many more relatively obscure ex-United players have been spotted out and about by you, the YEP readership?
I can't offer any prizes, I'm afraid, but anyone who can top Mr Quaite's rediscovery of Wayne Entwistle will certainly find themselves worthy of mention in a future End Column.