Hall of Fame

Sir Harry Mottram - Founder and Mr Big behind the Corinthians. Eccentric advertising boss Harry is a legend in his own lunch break. Instantly recognisable in silk waistcoat, bowtie while sporting a variety of old pipes. As a goalie "The Cat" was probably the best we ever had. Leg lagging, port and lots of goals were Harry's trade marks. As founder of both the Corinthians and the Casual League there are literally hundreds of old gits out there running around as a direct result of Harry - God bless you Guv. Harry went on to establish the Axbridge Saxons  who have recently entered the Cabot league. Harry is alive and well and probably planning yet another football giant. Poor Linda. Finest Hour - HP Farmers 1 Corinthians 2. 

Quote from Harry - "A good Corinthian is a sportsman   he never allows silly things like the score to be of importance - the most important thing is to enjoy the great game, and to wear silk ladies knickers under your shorts if that's what makes you happy. God save Queen Elizabeth and the Empire."

Willie Hardie - early member of the Cori's and our very own  Black Grape, mid field mystro and one of a bunch of Celts in the early days. Troubled down the years with a terrible pair of legs, Willie struggled on, despite travelling the length and breadth of Bristol. Over the years Willie must have been responsible for moving several barrels of Bass across town. An inaugural tourist who could easily be mistaken for the Gendarme. Willie is alive and well, enjoying the odd game of golf and is probably the best Scotsman to play for the Corinthians. Finest hour - getting out alive.

Mike Emery - Recruited in 1994 as someone who fit the criteria, our own little man behaving badly, Mike has been a stalwart in the back row. Only recently conceding to that old knee injury - more returns than your average tax man. The big mistake was taking on Chairmanship - you don't get in the inner scrotum that easily. Mike still takes an active part in Corinthian activities and can often be seen on a Sunday morning racing out to referee only to limp off five minutes later. Finest hour - the next come back.

Phil Weston - 1998 captain for a day. The inner scrotum strikes again. A fine young No4 - probably the only UK player we had who could head the ball properly, Phil has been known to head the ball right down to turf level. He did use the boot once or twice, unfortunately it often turned to be an own goal   so Phil would revert to form. The fact that Phil's young career was cruelly halted by a knee injury is somewhat ironic. Alive and well and destined for a comeback in 2000?. Finest hour - Villa at the top for an hour.

Todd Stembridge : Career rescued by the H.Cs. Prior to arrival in UK he was languishing in the Junior World Cup in North Africa only achieving the Captaincy of the New Zealand national team. He was plucked from obscurity by our scouts who spotted he had adidas sponsorship and a full head of hair and thrust into the cauldron which is the Sangatte stadium. Went on to dominate tactical thinking epitomised by that immortal cry "Give the ball to Todd." Now returned to NZ and career once again on hold. Major honours "Overseas Player of the Year 1998" ,"Probably The Best Player We Ever Had" Award 1998( Ed. Note. Why did we waste all that money on engraving and not give him " The Only Player We Ever Had" Award? ,"Man Of The Match" Sangatte, 1998, Lesser honours Sundry National Caps and Cup Winners Medals.

Brendan McKenna - Another Celt - funny how they've all moved on if we were true EO, PC and all that we would get worried but despite having greater than average numbers of social works and European MEP's we seem not to care. Brendan, former Chair in 97? before leaving to set up Russel Road - now also in the league and therefore the potential for a needle match.Has anyone got a photo of Brendon in France - not sure what the locals made of the kilted jock - still for us one of the highlights of the 96 tour. Finest Hour - not the debate on selection.

Colin "Crunch" Wain. Represented Derby boys as a youth when he was seen as a harder and dirtier version of Norman Hunter and Dave Mackay. His career nose-dived when he was shanghaied after a heavy night on the Bass in Buxton high street . He resurfaced a leaner, meaner demolition machine after 20 years as a sub-mariner. Incidentally did he ever tell you about that visit to the North Pole……? He answered the call to arms again when the now traditional plea went out on the inaugural tour "we’re going tomorrow and we’ve only got 8 blokes!" Set standards of commitment that none of us could match. Did as much for the "entente cordiale" on the field as a boat load of striking ferry operators on a Bank Holiday. Off the field he was courtesy itself. Appearances restricted lately by the old hernia problem but a comeback is threatened. Memory kept alive by the anecdotes he ghosts for the Colin Crunch column in the Drib.

The call for tourists also enabled the then QEH Aussies, Grant Gerber and Al Webster to sample the delights of Europe albeit that they only travelled 1 km from the dock.

Ben Sausage: played once during 1999 - basically a ringer - renowned throughout Xerox as the boy that does - at lease for Eddie and Les. Enthusiastic rugby player who played in mid field against the Crew. Heavy tackling and a tendency to mow down the opposition - remind you of anyone?