For the uninitiated Beagrie as a left winger who terrified the best right backs in the land, who's courage to perform was second to none and who's attitude, despite coming to Valley Parade with a cloud of bad temperament rumours around him, was second to none.
Bobby Campbell was a terrific player. Forget all the stories for now, and we do get to them, and concentrate on the man on the field. Strong, powerful a shot like an a canon.
If you saw Bradford City in the seventies or early eighties, you saw Cec Podd.
There is a type of City fan, of which I am no doubt one, who can trace a memory back to a certain point in the mid eighties sparked off by a single phrase: "Skin 'em Johnny"
Waddle amazed. Even now after two seasons in the Premiership and a Peter Beagrie I have not seen a better trapper and controller of a ball. His passing and vision is still the yardstick to which Benito Carbone and Lee Sharpe are measured against.
Back when Train was not a synonym for being later or never turning up City had Don Hutchin on the wing. Direct, fast and unstoppable, in the 1970's he was "The Train".
It would be a lie to say that as soon as you saw Dean Richards you knew he was going on to better things.
There was a moment at Valley Parade, well, ten minutes to be exact, when football changed and Bradford City was never the same again. Edinho was at the centre of this moment, a moment which is forever etched into the fabric of the club we follow.
Stuart McCall was the greatest football ever to play for Bradford City.
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