This morning I was told of the passing of my good friend and colleague, Danny Kelly. The tributes to him in the coming days from those who knew him and worked with him will give you an idea of how much he was loved.
I loved him too. Very much so. A man who I called "Dad" on air because I wished he was. I hope you give me a few minutes to read my thoughts, and I hope they do you justice, Dan.
By 2008 I was a mess. I would sleep 18 hours a day, the other 6 mostly wanting to die. Once or twice a week I would open my laptop, organise football tabs, gossip and news as prep for jobs in broadcasting that I knew would never come, "just in case". When hope dies, we die, after all.
Then Danny Kelly came into my life.
I was driving out of London having been to see a psychiatrist about the state I was in and had BBC London on the radio. Danny was presenting with a guest, reviewing books. My name came up in the conversation, so I called in.
We hit it off straight away, talked about football for what seemed like forever but was probably a standard 10-12 minute section. But for me it sparked a temporary respite from sleep and chronic mental health issues and even for that I was grateful.
A couple of years later Danny joined talkSPORT to do the 7-10pm slot through the week. He told me he was offered a few co-presenters but he remembered that conversation we had and he wanted me to do it.
A lifeline of work, passionately talking about our sport, having fun and feeling a value as a human again. Something lost for 7 long years.
Danny gifted me that. Without that I know I wouldn't be writing this today.
"Always fresh, never frozen" was the tagline in a Domino's read we had to do in the show, something we'd instinctively greet each other with until our last meeting, in a pub, broadcasting for talkSPORT around 3 years ago. I didn't know that time would be the last, but perhaps fittingly we hugged as I left, I'm glad I did.
The shows were loved. They were funny, honest, insightful and I hope, along with Saggers after that, proof that Danny's belief in me was worthy. But to say my love for him was only thanks for a job doesn't even scratch the surface.
His kindness, his phone calls late at night ( Dan was a notorious night owl) of support, his man hugs, his indomitable spirit, his big brain on anything from football to music to geopolitics, his love, as I know many others will testify, came from the biggest of hearts and the biggest of souls housed in a giant of a man in every sense.
Dan, thank you, thank you for the kindness, the fun, the hope, the support and for being someone to look up to and aspire to be.
I love you very much, I know I'll hug you again some day. Thank you for everything.
"I love football Stan, I love it ".
RIP DANNY KELLY
Danny was a brilliant broadcaster who I followed all my life from his show Under The Moon
He has worked for @talkSPORT for the last 20 years
He lost his fight with throat cancer at the age of 69 years
Danny was loved and thoughts to your wife and family ๐โค๏ธ๐
A 19-year-old student reportedly suffered a panic attโck and unbuckled her seatbelt and harness while parasailing in Montenegro.
Tijana Radonjic tragically fell 160 feet into the Adriatic Sea and dโed.
The owner of the parasailing company said she appeared cheerful before takeoff, even waving to her friends on the beach.
He believes she may have unbuckled herself in a moment of uncontrollable fear.
Her family has insisted that she was not sโcidal.
The tragedy happened while Radonjic was vacationing in Budva, Montenegro, with her aunt.
This incident happened in 2025.
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๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ He was supposed to be the next Wayne Rooney. Instead, his career became one of football's saddest cautionary tales.
George Green was just 15 when Everton beat Tottenham and Bayern Munich to his signature in a deal with Bradford City worth up to ยฃ2 million.
The teenager from a tough council estate in Dewsbury was tipped for greatness. He received a ยฃ45,000 signing-on fee, earned ยฃ4,000 a month and was labelled the "new Gazza" by the local press.
In October 2011, he had been travelling to London for a Tottenham trial when his agent called with the news that Everton had agreed a deal.
He signed a two-and-a-half-year contract and was quickly fast-tracked into Everton's under-21 team, playing alongside future England internationals John Stones and Ross Barkley.
But the money, attention and pressure soon became too much.
Green later admitted that he became arrogant, stopped taking training seriously and began wasting the money he had received.
"I wasn't going into training because I thought I was better than everyone else," he confessed.
"Being an idiot. Being an absolute idiot, if I'm honest."
Then came cocaine.
Introduced to the drug during a night out with friends, Green developed an addiction that eventually cost him more than ยฃ2,000 every month.
His life became a battle between the promising footballer everyone saw and the troubled teenager he was becoming.
Everton sent him to the Priory clinic for treatment, paying around ยฃ5,000 a week. But his problems continued.
In 2015, aged just 19, he was released by Everton without making a single senior appearance.
The fall was devastating.
He went on to play for Oldham, Burnley and Ossett Albion, where he earned just ยฃ75 a week.
His addiction, financial problems and depression pushed him towards the darkest moment of his life.
One afternoon, he stood on the platform at Mirfield railway station, contemplating suicide.
"I was in that much debt, I thought I'd lost my partner because of my drug use, and I didn't see a way back for me with football," he said.
Thankfully, he walked away from the platform.
He chose to fight, went into rehabilitation, got clean and began rebuilding his life.
He moved to Norway to play for Viking Stavanger before returning to England, where he represented Chester.
Today, George Green is 30. He works as a concrete panel fitter on building sites in Leeds, describing the job as a "long, hard, messy graft".
He still plays football, turning out for Liversedge FC in the Northern Premier League.
He may never fulfil the enormous expectations placed on him as a teenager, but he is alive, sober and still pursuing the game he loves.
And he hasn't completely given up on himself.
"I still believe I'll get another chance," he says. "I'm still hungry. I hope it's just a matter of when, not if. I'm ready."
George Green was once expected to become a superstar. Instead, his story became one of addiction, lost opportunities and the fight to rebuild a life.
**The ยฃ2 million wonderkid never became the next Wayne Rooney. But his survival is a victory worth telling
โThe work ethic, giving your all, is a bare minimum. Leeds fans want to see a reflection of themselves when they're watching you. Being physical, also with a bit of quality as well. That's what they expect from their No 9.โ Dominic Calvert-Lewin #LUFC
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Itโs the biggest lead we have had over Manchester United after 10 league games since season 1973-74 when we had a 10 gap. Leeds won the league whilst Manchester United were relegated.
Happy 64th birthday Terry Connor
22 goals in 108 appearances for Leeds between 1979/83.
Terry scored the only goal of the game as Leeds beat WBA in November 1979 when he came from the bench on his debut to replace Paul Madeley.
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