Trevor Hockey. I''ll copy my tribute to him here again which followed some correspondence with his family and friends on another website some years ago: Lest We Forget Trevor Hockey (born May 1, 1943 in Keighley, Yorkshire – April 2, 1987) Trevor has always been my favourite Norwich City player even though he was only with us from his first appearance on 24th February 1973 to his last on 28th April the same year. Yes, only 13 appearances and only 9 points won but those 9 points kept us in the top division when all seemed lost before he arrived. While I will never forget how fortunate we were to have Martin Peters playing for little old Norwich, Martin and others who joined during a golden era (Super Mac & Phil Boyer et al) were all known quantities. We hoped and expected a level of performance from them but with “the bearded one” we were not too sure what to expect. Was it a panic buy? Could this firey and ferocious ex Blade add anything to aid City’s plight at the bottom of the league? We would soon know the answer. Having moved out of the Barclay at the start of the 1973/74 season, to join a growing band of lads standing in the middle of the old South Stand, I would surge forward to greet the players running onto the pitch at the start of the game. Trevor would come charging out of the City Stand and raise both fists to us in a gesture meaning “if we’re going down then let’s go down fighting”. With his leadership, tough tackling, and endless energy, he was a thorn in the side of every team we played. No opposition player was safe on the ball with Trevor snapping at his heels. Looking back I guess you could describe him as a smaller version of a Vinnie Jones sort of player. Surprisingly talented for somebody so committed to the cause. It’s when I now see players with more height, weight, and skill (such as Dickson Etuwho) wasting their talent by hiding and taking it easy during a game that I realise just how special Trevor was. He was not graced with silky skills, but could pass to a yellow shirt (more than our current crop of midfielders) and had a dynamo for a heart and pistons for legs. He charged around the pitch driving his teammates forward. He never gave up on a lost cause and set an example to everyone around him. A manager’s dream. He would bark encouragement to his fellow team mates throughout a game. Needless to say he became an instand cult hero. His short but stocky stature with his shock of long thick black hair (with headband), plus the bushy beard, made him a fearful sight for any opposition player. Many of them moved the ball on in haste when Trevor came biting at their legs. He looked like a pirate but played a controlled Captain’s role in steering City clear of the rocks of relegation. Indeed, allowing for our far inferier goal difference, we were just one point ahead of Palarse and West Brom at the end of the season following our dramatic 2-1 win at Carrow Road (against Palarse) for Trevor’s penultimate game in a city shirt, but his last in front of nearly 37,000 adoring fans that night. His professional career spanned 16 years, seven clubs and almost 600 appearances. Born in Keighley, Trevor turned professional with Bradford City in May 1960. He left Valley Parade for Nottingham Forest in November 1961 but after just two years at the City Ground, he was on the move again, this time to Newcastle United where he collected a Second Division winners medal in 1965. Now transformed from a winger into a central midfielder, Trevor joined Birmingham City in November 1965 in a £25,000 deal. He went on to make 231 appearances for the Blues scoring 13 goals. He was also the club captain when he was transferred to Sheffield United for £40,000 in January 1971. He made his debut in a 2-1 away victory against Oxford United and, following instructions "to battle, to win the ball, and give it to Currie" he instantly became a Bramall Lane cult figure on the pitch with his beatle-style haircut, beard and tough tackling. He played a large part in ensuring that United were promoted that year, including scoring the first goal in a 2-0 win, against Millwall on April 13, while sitting down after colliding with the goalkeeper. His United career virtually ended with a broken leg against Manchester City on February 12, 1972. Struggling to regain his place in the first team, he made his final appearance on December 30 before Norwich City secured his services in February 1973, swapping him for Scottish striker Jim Bone. However, after just six months with The Canaries, Trevor was back playing his football in Birmingham, this time for Aston Villa. After just a year at Villa Park he was on the move again, this time returning to his first club Bradford City. In March 1976 Trevor became player-manager at Athlone Town before taking his footballing talents across the pond and a spell with San Diego Jaws in the North American Soccer League. Trevor returned to England the following year and took on the managers role at non-league Stalybridge Celtic before another spell in the States as coach with both San Jose Earthquakes and Los Angeles Quicksilvers. In a distinguished career Trevor won 9 international caps for Wales. He died of a heart attack shortly after taking part in a five-a-side tournament in Keighley on 2nd April 1987, aged 43. What a waste. God rest your soul dear Trevor. Rest in peace. Oh, and thanks mate. PS. Wouldn’t mind betting those angels get rid of the ball a bit sharpish if you’re still playing!