Matthew Sowrey a.k.a 'Bronzor'

Sit up merchant

He says.....

Playing with determination, vision, and a keen eye for goal, in my prime [think “Edwardian” Ed] I displayed the tenacity of David Batty with Paul Scholes' ability to break from midfield. At my best playing "in the hole" behind the strikers, I was valued [£0.25. Ed] for my ability to conjure something out of nothing, either for myself, or for a well-placed team-mate.

All a long way behind me now since a cruciate ligament injury put paid to my full-time playing days, back when the Regents were barely a twinkle in anyone's eye. Appearances now strictly limited to occasional cameos, although I make an important contribution at Wednesday night training, and from the touchline on matchdays

The lads say.....

Dr Fox. “Dr” Neil Foxy Fox. There seems little point saying more. Just look at his pictures above. But here’s something about football.

Matt's view of football is so old school, he used to discuss tactics with Bill Shankly, when the Father of the Kop was an 'S' form at Preston in 1947.

Matt doesn’t like the word “old”. He prefers “experienced”. He still plays with the boots Herbert Chapman gave him in 1935, and these are the cause of some of his more cultured passes into the heavens of South London. Hoddle famously found god, but Matt also found him with a swing of his agricultural right boot against Hounslow on his FCTR debut in May 2003. He followed this by shoving his arse in a midfielder’s face, and then by another almighty miskick. We loved it.

Matt’s knees are held together by industrial strength gaffa tape. But sadly the same tape has failed to keep Matt's mouth together in the same way. Matt takes training for the Burg, and has the respect of the youth and seasoned players alike with his Sergeant Major Shortarse routines. The club has moved on due to Foxy’s full blooded training and cheesy enthusiasm.