WHEN you saw a silver Citreon Picasso parked outside a National League ground – or Football Conference as it was then – you knew Brian Lee was there.
Indeed, for a while it felt like we were following each other around, always stopping for a chat to see how things were at the paper and give his thoughts on the upcoming game.
Listening to his stories was a great pleasure of many England C trips I was fortunate enough to be on.
One memory comes from Albania when, just hours after soaking up some sun and laughing about the struggle to put up the umbrella for some shade, a...