This story is close to home as my dad was also an ill man who befriended Brooks. My dad and I (being a little boy) would follow Gretna up and down Scotland through their promotions. Unfortunately my dad died within months of Brooks and the memories will only ever be beautiful ones for me. As a boy I got to whiteness one of the best stories in football and the back end stuff hets forgotten. Gavin, Rowan, Kenny, James. You men were hero’s to me as young lad and I thank you for everything you gave to Gretna.
