June 2001 was my moms 40th birthday party. Pete decided to rearrange our living room by hiding all moms ornaments under the rug and throwing some of them out the window . I was 15 at the time and all my friends though he was hilarious . He saved me from the embarrassment of my parents dancing lol , he really knew how to liven up a party!

He was in hospital (1993) after having heart surgery on a Tuesday (a shunt fitted).....he begged them to let him go home and by the Sunday he was begging despeatley and even saying he would discharge himself........Dr Paul Clift knew why...Wolves were playing B/ham that Sunday at home......"you wont let him go to the match will you" said Paul Clift to me.....oh I didnt know they were playing ...I lied.......under strict instructions to watch the match at home as it was being televised off we went........did we go home?    no, we went straight to the Molineux, did he sit quietly watching it.....no............he was shouting and screaming at the players as always, at home later he was cold, tired and exhausted.....but he had loved it.......of course he defied the doctors cos he knew himself better than they did.....because....Pete was never wrong. The spirit of that man could never be broken.....sleep well my darling.....Love you always xxxxxxx Sue

So, off we went around 1995 to huddersfield away following the mighty Wolverhampton Wanderers. It was a normal coach trip for me and Pete me moaning and Pete telling me where i was going wrong, Pete was never wrong you see. The difference this time was Mother had warned me Pete was very ill and not to take my eyes off of him as she did not really want him to go. But Pete being pete went of course!

Typical Wolves game we played rubbish and lost 2 nil with Lee Naylor playing as bad as ever (in Pete's eyes) and getting some stick from our pete....'Nail by name nail by nature' pete would scream thinking Lee could actualy hear him.  The atmosphere was quite fruity that day and it was obvious it would spill outside, i was still quite young and just wanted us to get home. 

In the crush after i lost pete in a split second, i ran to our coach and could not find him after waiting 5 mins or so, i seem to remember we did not have mobile phones then so i frantickly ran around huddersfields ground trying to find pete with moms words ringing in my ears. I did not find Pete. I ran back to the coach and got a bollocking off pete....'Where the f'ing hell have you been'  he asked, i explained to which he said ' sorry when we got split up i followed the crowd and found some wolves throwing hudderfield down an embankment then came back here! So i got in trouble for not waiting at the coach for him whilst he was off having a bost up. He loved it, Wolves were tribal to Pete.