STAN PIECHA: My fishing good friend Jack Charlton was the clumsiest angler ever!
- Jack Charlton was just one of the most enjoyment loving figures I had as a friend
- Charlton was also just one of the clumsiest anglers that I have ever fished with
- If you set a rod in his hands he would be transfixed for hrs in any conditions
Most people’s lasting picture of Jack Charlton is of him proudly celebrating England’s 1966 Environment Cup victory or that cheeky grin while giving touchline orders through his time as Republic of Eire supervisor.
My eternal eyesight is of Huge Jack standing waistline deep in rapid-flowing h2o, a biting east wind just about blowing his flat cap off… and a large dew drop forming on his nose!
I initial met the football legend in 1982 when he was fronting a programme named Hooked — a BBC try to make match fishing attention-grabbing. Aside from competing in the occasion staged on Northern Eire’s River Bann, I was a journalist for a nationwide newspaper and took the prospect to interview him.
Jack Charlton, who relished fishing, was just one of the most enjoyment loving figures I had as a good friend
There ought to have been an immediate bond due to the fact a mere fifteen minutes into our chat he requested if I’d like to join him for a week’s salmon fishing on the River Stinchar in close proximity to Girvan, Ayrshire, afterwards in the yr. It was the start of a superb friendship which observed us casting a line on some of the best salmon rivers in Scotland and Eire.
Our fishing forays normally started off with me driving to his residence in close proximity to Ponteland on the outskirts of Newcastle, obtaining Sunday lunch — typically a leg of lamb which Jack carved expertly — and then location off for our vacation with spouse Pat’s words and phrases, ‘Don’t convey any a lot more fish residence, the freezer’s full’, ringing in our ears.
Jack was by no means the most client man but set a rod in his hand and he would be transfixed for hrs whatsoever the situations. He was also just one of the clumsiest and untidiest of anglers I have ever fished with. Every single time he pulled a reel from his bag, out arrived a by no means ending assortment of lines, flies, hooks and spinners all ravelled up. It resembled a magician pulling out streams of diverse-colored handkerchiefs.
Charlton was also just one of the clumsiest and untidiest of anglers that I have ever fished with
Just before just one vacation, Jack phoned me to say he had damaged his fly rod and was there any chance I could get him a substitute from the corporation which utilised to sponsor me. As we unloaded the car I handed Jack a state of the art 3-piece carbon fibre rod. Barely a moment had handed when I listened to a string of Geordie expletives.
Jack had placed the rod upright by the driver’s door, which had slammed shut thanks to a unexpected gust of wind and transformed his newly acquired kit into a 6-piece rod!
The past time we fished together was on his area River Tyne. I had still left a spare rod from a highway bridge and he arrived along to say he had hidden it just in circumstance a person nicked it. It took us just about an hour to locate the bush he had placed it in close proximity to for secure keeping.
Jack was just one of the most down to earth and enjoyment-loving figures I have had the satisfaction of calling a correct good friend.