Thanks for the further comments which will all be passed on. Yes, he did live near the school, in York Street indeed (they've since moved to off Eastwood Road). When I was little my aim was to hear/see the final whistle of the game, and then run across the car park, over the road and try to get in the house before the result came up on the vidiprinter (older posters will remember the black and white one on Grandstand!). I also once played in the same football team as my father. I was back from university, and the BGS staff team (v the boys) was a man short, so I was roped in. He would have been about 50 then, and almost certainly played better than me.
Ferret: my father enjoyed seeing you on Only Connect!