2 May 1936
‘What a Bobby Dazzler!’ Arthur Epworth thought as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing his York City FC blazer and couldn’t decide whether he looked like a matinée idol or a shop dummy.
‘You look very dapper, lad,’ said Mr Barrett, coming up and standing next to him. ‘We might just make a gentleman out of you yet.’
‘Not much chance of that,’ replied Arthur, quickly turning away from the mirror and facing the club manager. ‘I feel a bit of a chump in all this to be honest.’
‘As long as you don’t start playing like one, lad.’
They both smiled.
‘Now, come on. Let’s be having you. We’ve got the team bus waiting outside. We can’t keep the great and the good of York waiting all night at the Mansion House just for a young rascal like you.’