He's 72 today.
Unfortunately my Saturday afternoons at the Valley were over by the time Keith Peacock came on the scene. But I was able to watch some of his magic moments on the dvd "Charlton Athletic Centenary History" and listen to some of his reminiscences.
What a player. Charlton through and through.
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He is respected by all that know him and I have never heard a bad word said about him.
I am lucky enough to know him personally and I am so pleased that Keith is still in and around the Club now. I can't imagine what it would be like without him there.
Happy Birthday Mr Charlton !!!!
I remember seeing him come into the team, I think he would have been 17 when he made his debut, always gave his best a very good player and went on to become a very good manager as well.
Happy birthday KP
All I would say is that Keith is a true professional but I have noticed that he has aged faster over the last 3 years
Happy Birthday Keith.
Opening the Museum with fellow patrons Brian Kinsey and Derek Ufton
Happy Birthday Keith
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H P K P
A gentleman of the first order.
Hornimans?
Surprised nothing was mentioned to him on Sunday when he presented the U23s their trophy.
At least that's why he said they called him that...
Happy Birthday Mr Peacock
"We've got Peacock on the outside wing and Treacy in the middle,
When the ball's in the back of the net, you'll hear the Covered End roar!
And all you lads and lasses, with all your boots and braces,
We'll all go down the Covered End, to see the Charlton aces!"
Giving my age away there haha
Happy Birthday, Keith.
Now, all we need is someone who can do that at the start and the tunnel jump at the end!
Whenever Keith Peacock played, he would be carrying a ball as they ran out. (In my experience he was usually the captain, but did this whether we has at the front of the team, as captain, or somewhere in the middle, if someone else was captain).
He'd run onto the pitch heading left towards the Covered End. (In those days, the tunnel was nearer the centre line). When he had got within about twenty yards of the penalty area, he'd throw the ball up and start juggling it, as he ran, with his feet, knees, head and shoulders. He'd keep this up, running at full pelt, into the penalty area. Then, as he got to within about 15 yards of the goal, he'd smash it, on the volley, into the back of the net, setting off a big cheer in the Covered End.
He'd never miss, never spill the ball, never drop down to walking pace. Superb stuff - every time!